We touch, we think, we listen, we love

Sometimes close, can be so far away
Sometimes apart, can be closer than skin
Sometimes love, can be the reason to live
Sometimes life, can be an empty shell

We touch, we think, we listen, we love

Sometimes dreams, can be almost enough
Sometimes touch, can be just that we need
Sometimes listening, can be all that it takes
Sometimes together, can be the best of all

Loneliness is an empty democracy
With everything you can choose
But nobody to share it with
So everyone can see that
Life is a passing opportunity

Living is the sticky moments
Between birth and death, if you
Blink and you might miss them
And would be a shame to leave
Life with no ripples in the pond

Love is a desperate tyranny
But every moment is forever
Blink and the picture remains
A forever memory of moments
Life with a legacy of no regrets

Listening to David Bowie’s
“The Man who sold the World”
While reading Philip K. ****'s
"The Man in the High Castle"
As I was flying between
Vienna and Lisbon
I was struck by how hard
It is to execute strategy
Because we stick in the
Now - that we know.

Looking back at all the
Companies, now all closed
That I have worked in
Who did not transform
To meet the transition
From "was" to "when",
I see clearly how
To help you see, “how”
To escape, from the
Now - that you know.

Conversation watching cricket flows
Between corporate strangers who
Work together but know nothing of
The others’ lives outside the office
Where work-life balance is a myth
The bowlers bowl and the batsmen bat.

Not much happens between innings
On the field, but the action is in the
Stands, as wickets fall, the barriers
Between spectators vanish, and new
Understandings develop, all because
The bowlers bowl and the batsmen bat.

Wine that universal lubricant, moves
From polite engagement to introspective
Intent to solve all our corporate problems
The laser-like focus as new friends grow
Closer than that 22 yards seem as the
The bowlers bowl and the batsmen bat.

Why are you looking at me?
When all I said was “hello”
Don’t you know who I am?

Looking at you looking at me
Makes me worried about you
Why are you looking at me?

So I say “HELLO” to your silence
Like you want to be invisible
Don’t you know who I am?

Like a car crash waiting to happen
You stare transfixed as I stand up
Why are you looking at me?

Thinking you must be deaf
Standing close I shout “HELLO”
Don’t you know who I am?


With every “hello” I will make
The world a better place for all
Why are you looking at me?
Don’t you know who I am?

Excuses excuses excuses is all I have
For putting you in the wrong BOX of
WORK and LIFE, work is so big that
Life is clipped 5 minute conversations
Between the garbage and rocks, that
Fill up my WORK box making you
An invisible corporate accessory

B
U
T

LIFE is not a rehearsal, and you have
Limits, so today when I came home
The BOX with you in it was empty

A
N
D

I am staring at wall in an empty
Room in and empty house, of the
BOX I had put you in thinking that if

O
N
L
Y

I had listened to my heart which made
Me feel so bad abandoning you to a
Priority that will be a forgotten tomorrow

If in doubt
Knock ‘em out
According to the
NYC epitaph of
Big Vinny