I’ve knocked on doors till there are no more
I’ve tapped on walls for good measure too
I’ve sauntered the paths where such do exist
I’ve cut new trails where none was found…

I’ve stepped on twigs and snapped a few branches
I swam the river and strolled across the bridge
I’ve endured the sea, faced the rough clouds
I’ve braved the storm, even survived death…

I’ve chased opportunities to their very end
Pursued fresh ones sprouting in the rain
I’m tired now, too tired, to wander back and forth
Swaying on the razor’s edge of defeat.

If these weren’t enough, now you give me

A life of calmness, silence, serenity;
The greatest test of time, existence,
To do what we could with the means we’re given.