Time ticks.
Even though we already rush life.
On double time.
We need to stop and enjoy this.
A pause, if you will?
It may seem like a burden,
But in time you will realize,
That its not time.
Its not enjoyment either.
Its standards...
Of government.
Of people.
Of places.
Of jobs.
Of love.
Of houses.
Of children.
Of money.
Of life.
Of everything...
Invisible guidelines.
Tracks in which we must run.
I would almost rather be homeless.
Although, on the other hand, I know that I am lucky.
I have so much.
But shouldn't it belong to someone who deserves it?
Who is worthy of life.
Who may like guidelines, but is just a little off track?
Oh how I would love to run free,
In a field, with trees, and animals.
And maybe someday this cookie cutter life..
Will change its shape.
For I see life as a gift...
Not a job.