Wonder on My Heart

Is doing ever done?
I wonder -
will I ever breathe the final breath
of accomplishment?

Like a marked and measured trail
through town
does doing wind and bend
until the trail comes to an end
and end to stop
legs rest from body's heavy top -

Or is doing like a heart
that beats and beats
and never stops
from before birth
to final breath,
the heart is never given rest.

Assigned to beat
caged in a chest
and never rest
unless in death -

Is not this constancy in our
best interest? -
I wonder