Poetic musing [I Am Poetic And Emotionally Driven]

I guess I could stop at nothing
It’s a safe and lazy place to be
No expectations
I’m finally free

So what, then, is the purpose?
If there ever was one?
Why bother to be here
If it starts and then it’s done?

Stagnation? Generativity?
Ah, Erickson was right!
Which one will she choose?
Will she lay down or fight?

There must be an in between
A middle way to go
So I will search for that:
A middle way doesn’t have to rhyme.