More Than Inexhaustible

 More Than Inexhaustible
 
When whatever you do
For a living,
Is part of, or smothers,
Your reason for living…
 
When your job consumes you,
Smothers your soul:
A crushing servitude
To fill an empty hole…
 
Fill that empty stomach,
Or bank account…
You can lose your sense of
What your life is about.
 
You, we need to survive--
That’s for sure.
But, that is not the whole;
We cannot just endure.
 
We have a need for more,
More than just an
Inexhaustible voice
Without meaning or plan.
 
When we spew forth our words--
Not just some sounds--
We need to have meanings
That reach beyond the bounds.
 
The bounds of survival
That surround us;
They test and challenge us,
But cannot contain us.
 
An occupation needs
To leave some room
For leisure or passion,
Or it will lead to doom.
 
Doom of the person, or
Society…
A dreadful end for sure
Of some variety.
Because meaning is not
A luxury
Or a commodity;
It’s a necessity.
 
And it is something that springs
Out of our soul:
It’s passions and trials,
Not from filling a hole.