The Call

The Call

Modern life is an abnormality

The daily rigors become our obstacles 

We overcome them one by one 

We survive, yet we’re not alive 

Yes....they challenge us 

Yes... they test our merit

Yes... they give pause to our existence

We survive, yet we’re not alive 

No... they don’t satisfy our craving

No... they don’t feed our spirit

No...  we can’t sink our teeth

We survive yet we’re not alive

Nature calls out our birth names

We long to be immersed in her realm

We relish the tangibles offered

We survive, we’re almost alive 

Our metal is forged in her forests 

Our soul steeled by her waters

Our essence peaks in her mountains

We survive, we’re almost alive 

Those that hear the call....answer

We shun the shackles of civilization 

We conquer and conquest 

We survive.. we’re finally alive 

John Snelling 

2018

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