laboro ergo sum

[fledgist]

nothing quite fits the moment that requires
our action or our thought to intervene
between the sunlight or the dying fires
the towers in the distance seem to lean
what's known and measured isn't always good
the unknown beckons but it may be sure
what's done or made is always understood
our hopes and dreams are never quite secure
beyond this day lurk many fearful things
for obligation not desire must lead
and like a puppet on the thinnest strings
the dutiful agent must repeat the deed
our actions like our hopes will always run
in hope of being warmed by the cold sun