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Leaps of Faith seldom seem like a good idea

by @thomas-hatchett

I’m going skydiving In three weeks I’m taking the plunge Facing my fear and taking the leap of faith in The last leap of faith I can see left to take that I haven’t yet taken, thus far So let’s see “Do it?” It do. Ain’t that neat I’m profoundly lonely now in my old age It seems like no one cares enough to see how sadness grips a soul and never lets it go until it manages to wriggle itself loose a tooth or nail enough to give it hell and bite and scratch and gnaw and claw until it’s freed And it’s disparaging What’s so wrong with living wrong If the right way takes to long and the low road goes so easy on the knees. What if the right way feels wrong and it just ain’t for me? That sounds like your ways wrong. I guess we’ll just have to see. So if your right is wrong and mine is left, Who knows who goes right? Is it you? Is it me? Is it someone long gone who never knew right from wrong. So they were free To just do what was needed to get by or survive or to make it what they wanted it to be. But it isn’t easy to tell where the road your on is headed when the. signs all come in a language you can’t read. Living free and easy Like in Eden when we could all talk and see and be And magic still existed And evil wasn’t The only guiding principal left After the wards rebelled And the world was felled And heaven and hell Were inttertwined until The consciousness awoke itself again and started taking notes about the changes We fell back Against the backdrop Gasps expelled And pantomimed a nursery rhyme To sell the drama we compelled Ourselves to indulge Woe is me I’m so distraught I can’t even see Woe is me Woe is me See me Down on my knees Begging and pleading Take it easy on me. I know I’m nothing I know it seems Like I ask for a lot of help but I always ask politely, never for more than I immediately need. Got a buck? Got a smoke?got a light? Got a toke? What you got in your pocket? Is it a lot? I could hold some of it for you… if you need. Those coins look heavy And they ain’t worth the weight to carry. Here lemme have em I can use em Yeah. “To get a bite to eat” (sarcastically) I’m profoundly sad But I’m blasé about it Accepting, as it were, I’m … I … at least … I like me I’m at LEAST at peace. “I’m at peace” At least I tell myself that When I’m at rest Which seems to be enough At least, It’s good enough for me. Can you see? Can you see it and how it works? It seems so simple to me. But it’s not my job to go about selling it. It sells itself, on its own merit, if you just live it and let it be.
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