Daunting hours,
ticking by slowly.
Every one feels new,
like an act of a play
Although every plot
is written the same.
Only minor humans flaws,
of the characters played by actors;
which easily beset any existence.
Nothing can repeat perfectly,
without nature's free will.
To choose and stumble
into a new way of everything.
Rising to a higher potential
just by putting in the hours.
My mind cannot stop
searching for more
enlightening power.