Mundane Glory

Sometimes I hold my goals afar So they retain their luster I tell myself that, once attained, They’ll soon decay and rust Or maybe I will lose all drive Having reached my target I keep on shooting for the stars And fail to walk towards it

But when my feet are earthen bound I dance within the soil I raise my head and eyes and hands Exhilerating toil! I breathe the air I have right here I taste the life before me And I am free, I have no bounds My mundane life of glory!