be 40 in a few weeks and it seems
been on cruise control for a few
years
and in a few years
I just want to cruise into the golden age
but can't do so if aint no wages
made presently
so complacency got to change
like dollars to cents
or diapers full of shit
and I been full of it
for some time but
it has run out...time that is
and I am tired of just running my lips
talking
loud
saying much of nothing
or alot of the same
but the game made for franchise players
and I aint even starting
late comer perhaps
woke from my midlife nap and see
cats out here eating
better than me and I am working on
a 3rd degree
no black belt except the one holding up these
dungarees
he who wears the pants sometime is worse for wear
and I am worn out but not faded
clear thinking...thinking I got to make some paper off these papers
sense to dollars
the ink of a scholar worthless if nothing has been written
light hidden by the darkness
of doubt
statements made permanent during internal conversations
turn down the volume in my mind
turn down the noise...
background noise just jazz in my granddad's caddy
traveling music taking me
from here to where I am going
gone from the land where a man stands
still
waiting for change to happen upon him
he is adjacent to opportunity
I rather be perpendicular
opportunity and I intersecting
crashing into one another
falling recklessly into my future...
embracing the past like a great novel read
on vacation
never read novels twice do I
reflect but don't repeat
moving toward the vision of tomorrow
the un-accomplished...mission possible
and even if they call for rain
I will carry an umbrella
or dare to get wet
drenched in ancestral optimism
can't stand so I sit and write away the blues
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