Are we compelled to act

Are we compelled to act

Is that what it means

To be human

Am I enriched by degree

As a link in a chain

Of indeterminate length

When the gears turn

The idle race

Unto completion

It is a matter of conjecture

That we will know

The meaning of success

Is not to plant a flag

On the highest peak

There is always

Another one around the corner

But to recognise

When to pause

And lend a hand

To those who may have fallen

Foul of overreaching

There is no recognition

Worth more than

Self-acceptance

Nobody spills the beans

Until it is all but late

The route you travel

Is less important

Than the connections made

Why you make them

And what you find

With mindful observation

A good heart

And the curiosity of a cat,

Along the way.