Standing still yearns for motion.
The ache of fading longs for travel.
The great pine away incites a sizable forest fire.
The fear of wilting propels you to active verbs.
The struggle motivates the verb;
the verb runs on misery and joy.
You read verbs to break loose the knots.
I read a book last night that had something to say
about choice, determination and resolution:
anything less than 100 percent of yes
is no.
That tells us everything we need to know;
that is the emotional, locomotive calculation.
So go figure.