Laziness

A Force Unto Its Own

There is a quaint difference between will and desire.
One who unites them, is a force unto his own.
A man who thinks not but to reach his goal.
A man whose machinery drives him down destiny's beautiful road.

A man whose will alone is aligned, simply walks down the path.
He knows he has to, but the music is gone,
gone is the sound of the breeze upon his skin,
simply lost in his creations din.

A man whose desires point him down his path,
will diverge from his perfection, and upon reflection,
will tangent into this pathetic mode,
without a will, is without a force.

Thus beauty and strength form this blade-pen,
allowing a man to calligraph his will,
and flourish his nature of human being.