Why must we labor

Why must we labor,
why must we sweat,
the Crown of Creation
and yet...
we stumble through life
to make our own mark,
a mark small and tiny,
a speck in the dark.

From first light at birth
we cry out our aim,
we scream out our curse,
we make clear our claim,
we kick and we yell
so all may behold
that here is a tale
that now will unfold.

And after that scream
our cries just increase
our wants and our needs
they just will not cease;
with an increasing threshold
of grief and of pain,
we enter the darkness,
we soak in the rain.