sticky veins, and i'm the blood

i feel like i'm 22. like my passion is exiting stage right leaving a downed head and an empty theater. but i'm not quitting. i'm determined to defend my craft. to stay on top to make my life something considerable. soemthing not exactly boring and obedient. like the force of blood bouncing through my soft veins i will push through every cavern and every space to feed life too that which, without this surge, is left for decay. I'll push life into every hollow void forcing it to flutter into activity. vibrate into a hum and maitain an existence that worth is inherent not just the goal