When just the other day we didn’t have enough time
now today, we certainly do,
yet then again, if I were given a way,
or just given away,
I might find my time to be rather, quite, well, so delightfully
Time has a way of allowing our lives to become necessary,
when we glance toward the evening and recognize a few short hours
before sleep begins to suggest,
I will make you hurt in a few hours, if you won’t allow me
Musical beats that ask for rest stops are always intriguing,
for where else can you notice there is mandated an exercise
in futility, for without that brief respite, the rhythm will certainly
In moment to moment, our lives are driven by the natural
course of our reality, whatever path we choose,
if we lay back, the moss of nature’s compass,
slowly takes root, our path now dressed in beauty’s essence.
Yet, plodding on as the human condition wears a streak
of reality upon any manner of earth’s soil.
When moment to moment our desires to strive come alive,
perhaps we might reflect upon the soil our lives depend upon.