Bramble

I sleep a thousand sleeps, in broad daylight my body bows out, says this is all I can do, it sets and resets, gets caught in grooves too deep to climb, perhaps this is a Life. Every day we put one foot in front of the other, every day we do just the best that we can. I ran so fast along the river tonight I thought I was flying, scores of holiday revelers lined up along sunset colors and glimmering skyscrapers. My body aches, my mind screams, every day is an exercise in keeping your legs kicking enough to stay above the surface, every day you didn’t die is a day you won, you collect trophies like dishes in the sink. 

Do you think one day we’ll do more than just survive?