Buzz

A life without sparks would be life lived the same

Devoid of a prick we know nothing of pain

And yet, just there, on the edge of my thumb

A slight buzz reminds me to not remain numb

For without excitement there is no real life

A life without meaning; a world without strife

To truly know triumph, a shock must come first

You need to endure an electrical burst

A world of inertia, where we remain static

Is dreary and dull, and under-dramatic

I loathe all those people who never get up

They laze through their days, until the days stop

They never know why they lived out their time

They never did see the heights they could climb

And so I live life with risks, all because

What purpose is life, without one little buzz?