Just a cause

No man lives on bread-alone.
He lives by his thoughts where they lead.
He lives by the wars he fights,
And the things that take his time.
He lives by a cause,
to satisfy his higher self,
for his maker to glorify.

Like a reed that resists the swamp waters,
the soul looks and yearns for a cause to satisfy,
so it could hang its lofty tentacles,
and be assured of another day,
where it will fight to earn another pay.
Much is the talent that goes to waste,
coz the fire in the calling,
can't sustain the cause.
And so like the reed that sprouts and lengthens
without paying heed to the surge on a rainy day,
paves way for another.

How beautiful 't would be
for man to know the drive,
the passion that sits at the basement of his heart
the cause that calls,
seeking for adoption;for space,
So it could be owned,
and cease being the wayfarer on broad-way,
and be the adopted child on life's highway.