The world is a cauldron

The world is a cauldron
We're all of us mixing
And bubbling
And boiling
And burning
Churning
And flailing
At the mercy of the flame

And funny it is that we struggle for security
Stride over the strife the abyss throws at us
With our heads down and singular goal in mind
Overcoming the million obstacles in our paths
Only to find paltry relief in accomplishment
It's these fleeting moments
From which we drain our vigor
From which we sap out every last drop of satisfaction
To keep ourselves nourished for the road ahead
The struggle against the tempest surrounding us all