Why do you get up?

Does obligation guilt you?

Has routine made you a monotonous-bot?

Or, are you one of those odd souls that want to?

If you want to,

explain to me the treasure you’ve found!

Does this world offer you something?

Or, is it because you feel like you have something to offer it?

Another reason entirely?

I am lost to presume.

But one day I hope I find a reason to want to, too.