cutie marks: the search

In the hooves of pegasai, the world shall sigh.
Too sweet for life's pondering is why.

No matter the game, life's trials the same.

Tis too slow and then too fast.

We seek our mark, and our calling.
Off searching we go in yonder field and under stump.
What a pain it is to not know ones true calling, what embarrassment.

Would you know yours if you saw it? Would we?