Mission improbable
When we are given too many options,
Concentrating on a single event could become difficult.
We are truly trying, but our concentration is anywhere but here
And there is no placebo that can lift us from our slump;
So all things are half-hearted, no plans stuck to, never fully focused
And all the things that we wanted are never found by us.
Love passes us by, with no wink of the eye
And time becomes a locomotive, speeding into the twilight of life.
Our thoughts are off in the distance, places all seem so far away;
When we should be in the here and now, without delay,
We are only ever thinking of a future that has not yet arrived
And then sooner or later, it is always too late.
With one eye on the window, we will only miss our train of thought
And all those classes we take, they will all fade away.
We will have forgotten all that they taught.
Day dreaming of sleeping; too tired to be awake.
Words on the vapor,
Float away into space.
Reaching out for wisdom;
Lost words in need of someone to speak them,
Drift throughout our minds and disappear into oblivion.
You could be one in a million, but if your heart is in two places,
Then all will count for naught,
If you only, what if, or maybe.
Struggling to be here with a crystal ball kept in your pocket.
A pocket full of poesies tell tall tales of space rockets.
From all that, which came before,
We have walked through a thousand doors or more.
If we always have our eyes closed to what could be,
Then we will have learned nothing
And the things we feel will all just become a chore.
Take a second look at a second chance.
Did you succumb to the will of another’s opinion, perhaps?
Silence your lips; put your head phones on,
But do not play another song until your work is done.
Strike while the iron is hot;
Write it like it is the last thing that you have got.
Grab reality by the horns with both hands and feet,
Before it is all too soon, gone to be lost.
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