We all want a life of wealth.
So we master a skill,
Bend it to our will.
But the notes won’t bend exactly like we want, until we surrender ourselves to the moment. So we practice, and practice until we own it. But they don’t see the hours of failure, and weight of self-doubt.
Still, I push on, toward something better.
Transcend poverty,
enter the glittering world
Now you’re consumed by consumption,
A.D.H.D. modernity
Is tired of your brand of song and dance.
Still, we climb on, toward someplace higher.
Pushing Sisyphus’ bolder.
Could be flying overhead in a private jet,
Another year older, much wiser,
Some shake their fists at the sky,
wasting time arguing about magic
Still, we walk on toward somewhere better.
Time is the only thing of real value
Put aside our petty complaints
Complain less. Care more.
Do something positive, anything.
Sing a song. Still, we push on, toward something better.
