I will not live a life like Job
who lifted his eyes to the heavens
and pondered
all things below

I will not let my journey
be sidetracked by
those who choose
a different path
from mine
who plot
their route
using
different markers
to my own

Or by those who
have given up
on life
Who live
to draw
others
down
to
their
mundane
level
They who exist
to die

I will not always
question
why things are
the way they are

nor always hunt for
my Maker's prints
or Reason
in all around
knowing
Life is to be
worked out
and
worked on
Therein lies its meaning
For me

I will lift my eyes to the heavens
I will hold the things dear to my heart
and not let them go