I look to my past for tangible clues
About what the hell I’m supposed to do
To shift the winds of my imminent future
To attain some purpose, a jewel to search for.
I admit my life has a cadence, a rhythm
And when put in perspective it’s one I can live with
But I do fear the day I turn ‘round to see
Ambitions unattained, flat out glaring at me.
Will I feign ambivalence, my fear winning out?
Or thirst for moisture in this creative drought?
I contemplate, I write and hope it’s enough
To compensate for hours spent working for stuff
I don’t really need which clutters my mind
Those 35 hours spent wasting my time.
With less life to go, each hour’s a gift
It’s no longer an option, taking anyone’s shit.
I’ve never been good at listening to rules
That serve only those so clearly the fools
Padding their pockets with the sweat of the masses
Hoping they’ll change if enough time passes
Looking behind them at the lies they have told
Too late for amends their karma is cold
For 35 hours I trudge dutifully on
Years gone by, sharp crags to balance on
Inclined to jump into the mysterious darkness
Hope to be freed from this confining harness.
Reality is, we never know
What release from the ties of others bestows
I am no longer in a position to wait
So Goddesses bring it on, serve me my fate.