Raison D'etre

More than once upon a time this story will be told,
A story that will speak of both the newest and old.
For few things are more immortal than the passions of the soul,
Fewer things so meaningful which make our spirits whole.

I speak of the driving force behind your every deed,
The callings that we answer to, the callings that we heed.
These things that we seek, things greater than we are,
They call to us so crystal clear, no matter near or far.

These things are the feelings that bleed out from our hearts,
These things are the thoughts and dreams where all our action starts,
These are all the things which we say and do,
The things which make the "I" and the things that make the "You".

You cannot take these things away,
or imprison them in stone.
For these things are what makes us real,
these things are ours and ours alone.

You cannot tell a thinker not to think,
or a dreamer not to dream.
You cannot stop a singer's song,
or schemer's pretty scheme.
You cannot tell a lover not to love,
or a fighter not to fight.
You cannot deny a justicar his power to do right.
You cannot tell a dancer not to move or sway,
You cannot tell a bard of note not to sing and play.
You cannot tell a reader not to read,
or a writer not to write.
You cannot tell a painter not to paint,
or a seer to seal her sight.

What drives you now? What makes you whole?
What makes you real? What speaks your soul?
Take it in and breathe it out,
whatever it may be.
You will no longer fear or doubt,
I think you will agree.