Is your heart of the whole
In what it is you’re doing?
Or do you sometimes wish
You were doing something else?
Do you do it with a free mind
Or is your hand forced to it?
And even when the end feels right
Do you think you could do more?
Do you think you’re in the right place
Or are you moving at the wrong pace?
And if life should end today
Would you regret your options made?
If life is one hard game
How are your pieces playing out?
Is there a burning need
Or hunger in your soul?
Do you meet the morn with hope
And go to bed with a light load?
Do you take the time to stop
And ask yourself: is it worth it?
Whatever you start to do
Do you finish what you start?
And are these questions really meant
To be answered? None at all!