When You Try Again

Welcome back into the world of reality.

The place your dreams are exclusive to sleep –
a quick addiction you must repeat.

So hit the snooze on life every morning
until they’ve been achieved.

It's the luck you stumble on
 to meet your goal –
born into the right family,
tumbling into wealth.

Although being smart
helps your draw…

Having the people in your life
to effectively communicate
that type of intelligence to you –

isn't at all your choice.

It limits the road of occupation
to a narrow, no turning lane.

Guidance is important –

number one
ahead of education
ever meeting you.

Can we quit falling over how life could have been
if better choices could be in our past?

Can we say the clean slate stopped mattering?

Break the chalkboard
and everything it ever stood for?

It’s like we write our ideas in the air
and they blow away
if a gust of wind comes to play.

I don’t want anything in life to be
as simple as the use of an eraser.
Pretending nothing happened,
it's memory – lost.

Carve in stone, make a concrete,
walk away if it doesn't work out.

Don't forget to revisit to know
what went wrong
and what not to do.

Sound familiar?

Pull time like silly putty,
slow to make it stretch
as long as possible.

From one hand to another.
Grab a friend to extend
it longer if you can.

When the line runs thin,
before it breaks,
ball it up,
do it again.

Hold it close to your chest,
give it a quick tug,
and break it in half.

Share it with others,
buy more if you will.

Listen Up

"So long!" I say, as you turn
and rear your head to others.

As if, in some way, I'm malicious.

It's a judgment I'm willing to take,
as long as the floor's planted
beneath my feet. As long as the grass grows
below the sun. As long as I'm alive
to feel the same sun switch over to the moon.

I don't bend to fit your will.
I say what I mean, I mean what I say.
You can't twist my words to actions,
that I, by no means, ever agreed to enact.

That's the act of the snake.
He left you repressed,
waiting, sly, and strikes
with a venom you least expect.

Especially if the venom
never fell from my mouth:
Don't assume.
Don't spread the word.

Anytime I offer help,
take what help I offer.
Don't offer anyone the work they
are unwilling and unable to do.

That will leave you with
a junky job done,
by anyone.

An incomplete picture of
what the world should be.
Don't tear your view of the canvas
if you know the paint hasn't even
had the chance to speak.

I suggest you don't
squander what you're given.
Be grateful for what you've got.

Open your mind,
and open your eyes.
In an instant, you'll find
the helping hand you need.

To Leave the Ego Aside

Disparity is relentless,
the short end of the stick.
The wood shovel handle
that has you digging
your own grave.

It doesn't need
to be this way.

You can let go of your spade,
leave it fall to the ground,
pull yourself out of the hole
fore it's too deep to climb out.

Take a breath,
look within your sight.

Think- past ambitions,
have you reached them?
Do you need a break?

Don't let someone convince you
you aren't cut for this.

Do you need time?