We all are made to feel,
A need to be...
Something for somebody,
Somewhere.
It is the nature of the beast.
To perform a teaching to us,
Taught.
From birth to hunt.
And return what has been,
Captured caught.
With a doing of it done,
Until...
Someone is pleased to satisfy.
Or at least notice what it takes,
To endeavor the effort made.
With attempts to do it proven.
Yet...
Always it seems without fail,
That something we become...
To do done.
For somebody somewhere.
It will be they,
Who will feel the need...
A must to examine and judge,
The results.
With advice to then give.
To do what was done did,
Even better!
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