What do you call it

The obscure thing that wakes you up

That gets you to roll out of bed

To walk into the unforgiving coldness of winter

And the unforeseen coldness of the world

What do you call the spark

That reels in your mind’s eye

Forever questioning

Forever running

Like a flowing stream

Is it ambition

Is it faith

Is it expectation

or steam

Is it fate

Is it worth

It is obligation

or a dream

It’s hope that stirs

That finds clouds in the sky

Forever creating

Forever enduring

Like frost-covered mountains

In the end

This is about as obscure as the sun

Shining ever so brightly in the morning sky

It brings an undeniable warmth to your heart

A feeling you can not ignore