Out of Loss, We can be Found.
Surrounded by Water, We can Die of Thirst.
This won't be the last time; It wasn't the first.
Where is my Focus? What's in my Brain?
Right on top? Or buried deep?
Think I'm awake? See I'm asleep.
Often Daily Life Is One Big Drain
On my time. Full of pain.
Always focused On another day
Is there, though? Or will there be?
A time that's mine? How long must I wait and see?
Snow and Sun. Ice and Rain.
Walk and Run. Feel the pain.
Broken heart. Mended wrist.
Which hurts more? When you tug and twist?
He said this. She said that.
More like a disagreement. Between dog and cat.
I'm right! You are wrong!
I know your kind. So, run, go and hide.
You talk the talk. Never walking the walk.
You think I'll sway? And lean your way?
How wrong you are! You'll run long and far!
You don't know me at all! I know how to fall.
It hurts for a time. Then we rewind.
In the end it was best. That's why we have the test.
Better to end. Than to never begin.
Run away, anywhere. Just never stop to stare.
From walking and talking, We move into space.
To occupy what We claim as our place
As part of the massive Whole human race.
Some walk, others run. Some trip, several fall.
It's how we find our "selves" Even when backed into a wall.
We plan and we fret. Always feeling we've left.
The path seems to turn Our feet seem to burn.
We've walked and we've run. Through Rain and Hot Sun.
Ourselves go, seek to find. With never, ever, enough time.
WHAT IF we chose another way? To measure each and every day?
We stopped measuring, Comparing and judging.
Would the world actually stop spinning? If for once we simply turned away?
Simply put, enjoyed the day, today?
How far will you go? What paths will you make?
Does your age group create? Or does it eliminate?
Will you rise to the top? Pulling out all stops?
Mom and Dad pave your way? Do they still "have the say"?
Is where you live a key? Does it set you free?
Who will hold out their hands? To cushion your fall?
Pick you up? After giving your all?
So much has changed? It's a different world today?
Are the words different? Same Old Song?
Where did it get others? Did they survive "life's game"?
Will you walk or run? Stand still or move around?
What's your purpose? Will you finish or "drop out"?
Same Old Song. With a different beat. We all carry around.
We're so naive When it comes to kids.
We think it's "forever" At least as long as we live.
Parents are important to needs. To eat, play and grow.
Like all animals -- The "newbies" learn and go.
Time passes quickly. They move away.
Come home to visit. Seldom to stay.
Or if they do, It's to use and to snooze.
They're still on their way. They search "What to do today.?"
Our eyes were set on future times. Their focus is on what can be "mine".
They dream so much. They lose track of time.
Tomorrow is always another day. What difference now to sit and play?
Fingers scrolling, following, Eyes fixed and glowing.
Believing they'll find Whatever they lost or "left behind".
So many believe Life is theirs to control
Are we headed again. To being told and to Serve?
Is that the only way to remove The kids who think they're "nerds"?
Who sit and dream far past their time Believing the "right answer" shines
Simply because . . . It's Online!
Sit down anywhere. Parade will start soon.
Look over your shoulder.
Grab a quick snack.
Finger and thumb ready?
Begin the “channel search”.
.
Like your Grandparents
You become mesmerized.
Food on the side
Eyes on the prize.
No. No. Really?
No. No. Yeah! That’s it!
Focused and oblivious.
Living for the “ah ha moment”
One up.
That’s what’s needed.
One down.
Always good to have
Who needs News.
It’s everywhere we choose.
Don’t need their opinions.
They rise and fall, mine remain.
I’ll look anyway.
It’s my amusement.
Makes my day.
Look out, look away! The Bogey Man. Is coming your way.
From Diapers to Sports. He slithers and slides.
All the while busy.
To list you in his Book.
You’ve probably seen
Him walking ‘round town.
Eyes focused, head down,
Looking, looking, all around,
Laughing and calling
He knows us by name.
We think he’s a friend
That’s part of his game.
He offers great times
If we would just “sign”
His Registration Book
Showing we took a “look”
His success in conversion
Is based on your emersion.
Life styles, life changes,
You focus and sigh
No time to think twice!
The Bogey Man is real.
And, knows how to steal –
From You!
I sit and wonder . . . Is this my Past?
If it is so, How will my Future go?
So many times I feel I wait. When all I want is to anticipate.
Have I moved too far, too fast? Am I going to be first or last?
My map's kind of cloudy. My eyes see unclear.
This race that I've run? Will I never see the Sun?
I feel alone yet I walk beside. Sometimes I need a different ride.
Why do I make messes . . . When what I want are mixtures.
Coming to a Crossroad . . . I've seen this place before.
It's not one I want to visit again. Nothing draws me through the doors.
If I sit down I might not go on. If I stand still, there's no race to run.
LIfe's supposed to get easier as we age. The challenge is we're all on a "stage".
To see and be seen. To walk and to run.
I wait and I watch. Tell the world, "I've had enough?"
It's simple, my friend. I do not give up.
I walk and I learn. I stop and I turn.
For me it's the journey. Not how the story ends.
For many decades I have shared My view of life from seat and chair.
Some ask how I have gotten thru. Simple, really, I have a "view".
If I would sit and see what's "there", I'd never make it to another chair.
My life would be one of sit and wait. Never realizing I can "create".
My life, my times, my health & more It's all behind a nearby Door.
When I sit, I Iose perspective. Rising up, I gain "respectiive".
Like the cockroach, I will survive.
Like the Chameleon, I will adjust.
Finding my place. Adapting to time and space.
To dwell is to stay inside.
To explore is to seek and find.
If you are stuck inside the box,
Turn round, reach inside, pull apart.
If you do not, your fate is found.
It's six feet down, underground.
You will lose simply because
You chose not to "move around".
We join at birth. We lose at death.
We set aside. For "All The Rest".
Walking in line. Meeting the Hearse.
Others step forward. Leading the way.
Marking the calendar. Making the play.
Follow the Leader. March, yell and curse.
Rules are to follow. Life becomes hollow.
We lead for a short time. Then we sit on the shelf.
We sit and we wait. Where we used to run.
Darkness coming. Let's sit in the Sun.
Everyone yelling. Lost in the telling.
Don't bend over You'll fall in.
Pulling you down. Head in a spin.
Where are you now? Where were you then?
AI is promoted To answer and create
To trust and believe. Support and debate.
The "new kid on the block". It spits and it "spouts".
Often not knowing What life's really about.
It takes time we're told; The machine needs to see.
Just who you are now, Who you want to be.
It's a work in progress. Once that was YOU.
Today it's your computer. What or Who is next to "answer to"?
Our focus often
drags us away.
Dreaming
of another day
Continuous pause
from work we do,
Always looking for
the other shoe.
We walk, we run,
we stand and sit.
Believing
we don’t accept
all that sh…
We’re young.
We believe
We ARE the best.
Easy to dream
without real
responsibilities
We work, you say,
each and every day!
You’re learning we shout. . .
It’s what’s life is all about!
If you’re fortunate,
We say . . .
You’ll have time --
Every Day . . .
To ponder and pause,
To have time to think.
To grow and become
To eat and to drink.
To look forward
With desire.
Using the past
As your Light and Fire.
Each follows a path.
Some guide, some lead.
It's not always a choice.
Whether we fail or succeed.
To keep trying is the fuel.
To succeed is the goal.
While others insert
Stumbling blocks in our path.
We’re taught to admire,
To envy and wish.
We were the focus
Of all the other “fish”.
We swim in circles
Trying to succeed.
Following behind
Crumbs satisfy.
Then one day we see
It’s not worth the chase.
We turn and we walk
A smile on our face.
Success is two faced. We chose or replace.