From The Lab

A Lesson Learned

Life is built with the little things,
A gathering of all moments,
Balms that can soothe the little stings,
The bad friends and kind opponents.
At first sight of this old planet,
(Before meeting new life's teachers,
When the soul is running rampant
Tired laps throughout the ether,
Knowledge is gaining thought by thought,
Without the foresight of wisdom,
Since the first cell gallantly fought
Entry into the egg prison.)
The path is worn and memorized,
And by the time the youth slips by,
The present is lost. No surprise.
Where's the gift for being alive?
Pains discovered with every step,
Are abandoned along the way,
With teenage soldiers, grizzled vets,
Merely taking it day by day.
Growing harder by the minute,
We soon forget the right to play,
And what was once our infinite
Has shrunk back down into the clay,
While we have all lost our purpose,
In daily doses of drama,
Happiness upon the surface,
Layered over cores of trauma
Must be shattered; so little fish,
Don't get caught biting for the lures
Please understand the lesson, quick,
Just live a life, and live it pure.