Becoming

having to settle for less
seems inevitable
every single day
you look out the window
see the creatures flying
heading towards freedom
the sun breaking through the clouds
with its brightness
of life
that shines the days
turns them into a gift
a surprise
and we sit at the foot of the bed
asking,
what now?
what will it be this time?
we keep going
one step after another
in search of something
towards nowhere
the incessant search for 
something more
without giving a damn about 
options
or even the chances
of actually
achieving it
then we cling to anything
even the worst
for the fear of
not being
something
or simply
being