Succeed!

What does it mean
to achieve
to think and feel
to love and grieve?

what does it say
when we believe
to have faith
and strive to see?

but when one’s blind
is all lost?
or are other senses
used to find

what otherwise
will ne’er be gained
unless with patience
we refrain

from sudden action –
thinking fast
with such a thought
we’re ne’er to last

the distance needed
to succeed
and come again
as if to feed

our conscience –
that which thinks so slow
without which we share
no afterglow

yet if it’s there
we feed the air
and birds will fly
and eyes will stare

upon the scene
we cherish, first
like when we struggle
for a thirst

that hydrates
our sense, our need
as if we hunger
for a creed

that fills us
with the need to glean
the bluest sky
we’ve yet to see

and as our senses
feed our mind
what else is left
for us to find?

what else is there
for us to need
except to strive (and yearn)
to succeed?