I haven't told a man in a Santa Claus suit to *******.

Yet.

I haven't kissed a marmot on the lips.

Yet.

I haven't ridden a horse over a mountain while smoking a cigar.

Yet.

I haven't made love only speaking French.

Yet.

I haven't waded in a swamp full of alligators.

Yet.

I haven't freed someone I know from jail.

Yet


I haven't watched anyone I know breathe their last breath.

Yet.

I haven't given up on lottery tickets.

Yet.

I haven't stolen a car and raced down a country road.

Yet

I haven't stopped trying to knit.

Yet.

I haven't forgotten about making love to you in a cave.

Yet.

I haven't found any money in a ditch.

Yet

I haven't asked for help from a nun.

Yet.

I have not jumped into the sea from a tall cliff.

Yet.

I have not told you that I memorized all the poems you wrote.

Yet

I forgot to tie my shoes
On a Tuesday afternoon.
And I stumbled out the door,
On my way to Saskatoon.

I banged my knee and ankle
And cursed the lord in vain.
Life has so many bright spots
I really can't complain.

Listen.
Or more appropriately I'm listening.

I know you aren't happy
And you are unsure of what to do,
And no matter how many times you try
It always comes back to money,

I get it.

This weird concept of trading our time for tokens

But the best advice I can give you
Is to not follow your dreams,
Ignore your passions,
Stop worshiping Disney.

Join forces with others if you can
And make money.
Its the only way to get free,
To reclaim your life,
To do something that matters.

You are soon dead.
That's the only sure thing.
Money will liberate you from fear.

That's as good as it gets

How trivial my needs and wants,
I'll spend an hour choosing fonts,
I'll whine and whimper woe is me,
Life is tough my friends agree.

Others wait in line for water,
Weeping losing sons and daughters,
Violence daily, a well known stranger,
Living lives of total danger.

Forgive me all my selfish thoughts
A first world man who's tied in knots,
I barely think to lift a finger,
As children shiver and death lingers

It a candy can kiss,
And mothers are grand,
The moon spins to full,
And stones turn to sand.

Then love is my lady
Her heart broken and kind,
My eyes as my witness,
Her spell has its bind.

Who would you be if you could not be,
A reflection of yourself.

You'd look in the mirror, maybe get nearer,
And **** you're a cute little elf.

Or maybe its hazy and you're feeling crazy,
So you snap your fingers out loud.

And before you know it,you don't want to blow it,
You're a witch with her head in a shroud.

The thing that you can't be, the thing that is unfree,
You'll never guess how many have tried,

Is the you that you were, your past you defer,
There's no going back, it's denied.

Life's about choices and soft spoken voices,
Whispered wise thoughts and a few maybe- nots,
We take a chance one day and then go the other way,
The world let's us wander and wants us to ponder.

You can change up your mind and be angry or kind,
We're not just machines, with their push button dreams,
If you don't like your path, then just do the math,
And take new directions, to new intersections,

Because time is a trick that goes by very quick,
Death's single reward is you'll never be bored.

Charity is never given,
It's always just a loan,
Kindness is a favour,
Returned when we atone.

Love's lucid lust, limp and lent
Touch, tempt and tease, taut  tumescent,
Feelings fray, fear finds a face,
Doubt doubles down, damp desire displaced.