What stands before you

Words do not define my purpose
Struggle doesn't define the way
Prose cannot capture the journey
of what stands before you

the destination is the present
the gift is the future
the past illuminates the reality
of what stands before you
The path has been hard some say
others that it is beautiful
The struggle is the fun part
of what stands before you

My ambition is a gift of the past
My purpose a facet of the present
Glory is a mere moment, a mere part
of what stands before you
I like my car, I want a house
but neither is the pulse of my being
These things are the mere possesions
of what stands before you

Words do not define my purpose
Struggle doesn't define the way
Prose cannot capture the journey
of what stands before you