I yearn to find the sacred place
Where sand and stairs and stars all meet
The venn diagram of my broken dreams
My frequent flyer card maxed on points
In vain, for the blackout dates impede.
The progress stands in remiss
As money colors green our hearts
And dreams fade into lustful obsession
To get more. More. MORE!
So when you reach two roads in a yellow wood
Look inside for your compass
And guide yourself true
Or risk a life where fulfillment
Comes solely to your wallet.
Those who believe, and actually believe
Loathe the concept of playing it safe
For with the stringing of a safety net
Comes a kindred soul.
When can one feel the best kind of alive...
If there is no thrill of failure.
Walk the tightrope over the throes of life
And look down if you want.
Find balance in that which you love
And waste time with it as I do now.
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