So I Sing

For all I give
And for all I lack
There is still yet more of me
For each new day
Is a new way
I look out at the world and see
A new brush stroke
A glimmer of hope
Somehow, a deeper meaning
The world, laid bare
Nothing new there
Yet another morsel for gleaning
Some days feel fallow,
Superficial, and shallow
Little more than a dollar made
Yet the point of today
Is not to create
But simply to live, and then fade
For each day is a bridge
Each step is a smidge
Closer to the places we seek
Though bland, it’s a stair
A trite step, without care
Yet without it, I can’t reach the peak
And so I trudge on
Novel times anon
Today is not one for the books
The journey is long
Yet short is the song
So I sing, despite the odd looks