its different now
and realized long before
I feel blessed in my luck.
and I ask for a confession
have I become a slave to its grind?
I am not alone.
Stressed, I take on new meaning
and we conjure moments of distant future
in the flow
I'm taking time out
and the society in which is created for us
I thought of this one day
its hard to suspend the animation of thrust,
my life has changed,
and happier, I am sad
that certain things are no longer a
prior-ity.
and thus, I like to believe
that many, like I, have taken on
the quest of their ability to create response
that certain inalienable rights
were stars
and the meaning of laughter
on a moments time, was the roaming rhyme.
its paid many a bills buck.
both in money
and spirit.
much too young in my regression
I am thinking about "work"
and the ring it has to it
and what each means, in its own frame of mind.
I am kind to the fact that
in each task/day/movement/moment
to the fact that I am in the flow
work play sleep
work play know
based on the past of our traits, and fates
and trains and plains and automobiles
and road trips and health kicks
work play sleep slow.
to shout at the sun
and remember of days when I had less
things that I had commited myself to
and all the time in the world to do nothing
and how I truly hated it.
and that we created for ourselves
gets lost somewhere in young adulthood
and we are thrust into
creating and having a new
one created for us.
when I was watching Sportscenter
and wanted to revel in a game
that tomorrow would be a statistic
and desired to share it with someone
who cared as much as I did.
it is easy to open up the skies
and look up, not knowing.
the conjure of our lives
for that fleeting moment,
enough to see.
©2001 by Yosh