Mirth

I ride the grind to align

things in my mind

which I find

worth my time.

I desire the fire

of souls in mire.

I aspire to inspire

and cast doubt into the pyre.

A life well-lived,

a world well-loved.

Consciousness is a gift,

from cosmos above.

Strive while you're alive,

shun those who connive.

Innovate and appreciate,

captivate, never abdicate.

Refuse to acquiesce,

lest reality deliquesce

into muddled liquid mess.

I distress in my search for success;

pains like abscess.

Find your path,

find your worth.

But perhaps most importantly,

in life, find mirth.