Atlas at last
To pay attention to the wind
And the grass
The world as we see it
Needs us to step up
To be what we can potentially be
A source for good you and me
So look at the atlas
And know
This world is ours to save
Or ours to throw
You can have all the access
To the news
For just a few dollars in dues
So come on and jump in
When you can awake
With the words
And read them
Again
And
Again
Real burnout
Is a real thing
That we face
From the repetitive motions
We make
To connect
While we are
Far away
My own experience
Was yet to make it
As far as Coney
In New York City
So until the next time
Then maybe I can see the sign
Of Coney Island
Calls for pause
As we creep out of the
Cracks that we have
Buried and built for ourselves
I step out only to see
A burning sun that
Set’s me back in my tracks
So lift up the curtains
And retreat
Again
Back to where
It all began
Gather and process
That is the way to amend
What we don’t understand
What we can’t comprehend
It all begins
With an initiative
To grow
And let go
Of what is holding us back
A try
And a hope
To make the right call
At the right time
It comes with it’s challenges
And hopes
To know what
To do when
So I prepare for that moment
Everyday
I make mistakes
In many ways
Over and over
Yet in the midst of my
Mind collapse
I hope to grow
With every moment
I take in
Hope of a better
Tomorrow
An allowance
Of an occurrence
A tolerance of
An event
But what if
No more is wanted
And the whole thing is dead
Guidance
Can be a hinderance
When the words come
From untrusted sources
So we have to analyze
The words that we
Intake
And not take
Them all
