Jan 2011
Pay attention to the dirt!
Make the effort to Jump when the Big Fingers snap!
I see you walking with your head in the clouds, looking up
when you should be looking down,
your hopeful imagination miles and miles away from your
Here And Now.
Pay attention to the dirt!
You! With your eyes rolling 'round in youthful indignation
playing in your happy little Tomorrow-Never-Land
with those greedy little fingers on those greedy little hands
talking your talk while walking blindly through a land filled
with obstacles which have been moved around beneath you,
by Big fingers, while you ignorantly slept!
Mind your step!
Pay attention to the dirt!
Do the math which you think you believe in,
while the gods you don't believe in
laugh at your stumble.
Go ahead... Hold your head high in false pride
listening only to your own mumble
of self awareness as you go fumbling
through your pockets
jingling your worthless
change.
Best you dig deeper to secure the coins you'll need
when you come to YOUR final crossing.
Pay attention to the dirt!
"Life is short", you often say.
But you're wrong. Life is long,
And so very very wide.
And yet you ride your time on one little narrow strip,
always looking behind you as you stomp backwards
in a foolish attempt to delay the arrival of your own
inevitable.
But even when that fateful day comes, you won't see it.
You'll be too busy looking up. Looking behind you.
Tripping myopically along, blissful and unaware of
Why. Or Where.
Pay attention to the dirt!
Turn around, bend down.
Dig into that loam of home
with those greedy little fingers...
Linger awhile there, study the sift,
let it drift through and around your
knuckles...
And Feel the Real!
Look ahead, not behind.
Observe the curve and swerve of the Glory Road
stretched out before you and never-you-mind
what fades behind!
The Past at last has passed on and Tomorrow's Now
awaits your feeble crawl towards the Wide.
Into the Long.
Beneath a sky which does not forgive,
or even promise a firm footing.
Pay attention to the dirt!
let me ask you...
what is the price for dignity?
the cost of respect?
There is no lay-away plan.
No six-month-same-as-cash agreement
on a bargain basement consignment
thrift shop deal-of-the-day.
No red-tag blue-light special
on a slightly used one-owner
runs-well, cleans up OK Life.
You can Not wheel and cajole a sneaky deal
for a piece of pride on this ride into your
particular continuum.
There are no coupons.
There is only Not Yet
and Self, one day/per/day,
as you plan and execute your
next mistake.
As you buckle your OWN boots and walk your OWN walk
smiling,
into the wind of contention.
So, Pay attention to the dirt!
Pay attention to the dirt!
And you mind your step.
You mind your step.
Make the effort to Jump when the Big Fingers snap!
I see you walking with your head in the clouds, looking up
when you should be looking down,
your hopeful imagination miles and miles away from your
Here And Now.
Pay attention to the dirt!
You! With your eyes rolling 'round in youthful indignation
playing in your happy little Tomorrow-Never-Land
with those greedy little fingers on those greedy little hands
talking your talk while walking blindly through a land filled
with obstacles which have been moved around beneath you,
by Big fingers, while you ignorantly slept!
Mind your step!
Pay attention to the dirt!
Do the math which you think you believe in,
while the gods you don't believe in
laugh at your stumble.
Go ahead... Hold your head high in false pride
listening only to your own mumble
of self awareness as you go fumbling
through your pockets
jingling your worthless
change.
Best you dig deeper to secure the coins you'll need
when you come to YOUR final crossing.
Pay attention to the dirt!
"Life is short", you often say.
But you're wrong. Life is long,
And so very very wide.
And yet you ride your time on one little narrow strip,
always looking behind you as you stomp backwards
in a foolish attempt to delay the arrival of your own
inevitable.
But even when that fateful day comes, you won't see it.
You'll be too busy looking up. Looking behind you.
Tripping myopically along, blissful and unaware of
Why. Or Where.
Pay attention to the dirt!
Turn around, bend down.
Dig into that loam of home
with those greedy little fingers...
Linger awhile there, study the sift,
let it drift through and around your
knuckles...
And Feel the Real!
Look ahead, not behind.
Observe the curve and swerve of the Glory Road
stretched out before you and never-you-mind
what fades behind!
The Past at last has passed on and Tomorrow's Now
awaits your feeble crawl towards the Wide.
Into the Long.
Beneath a sky which does not forgive,
or even promise a firm footing.
Pay attention to the dirt!
let me ask you...
what is the price for dignity?
the cost of respect?
There is no lay-away plan.
No six-month-same-as-cash agreement
on a bargain basement consignment
thrift shop deal-of-the-day.
No red-tag blue-light special
on a slightly used one-owner
runs-well, cleans up OK Life.
You can Not wheel and cajole a sneaky deal
for a piece of pride on this ride into your
particular continuum.
There are no coupons.
There is only Not Yet
and Self, one day/per/day,
as you plan and execute your
next mistake.
As you buckle your OWN boots and walk your OWN walk
smiling,
into the wind of contention.
So, Pay attention to the dirt!
Pay attention to the dirt!
And you mind your step.
You mind your step.
