Snow Leopards

This can't be it, there must be more, somewhere in the lost corners of earth. Somewhere in sea and sky and life and love in hidden, forgotten cracks. There must be more music and there must be more joy, deeper sorrows to drink of and exultation to strive for. This can't be it, the huff and puff of straw and wood and brick; though my arms and head and life all fight to win this plastic race, deep down inside in a hidden corner of my heart I start to see.