There comes a point
When the life you dream
Becomes the life you live
There is no slowing down
No retreat
What you have to give
Must be in high quality
And on repeat
The dedication becomes meditation
Reaching for the highest moment
Unknown
The moments continue to grow
To make new opportunities
The moments can be less
About what you do
They begin to define
You
“Will that piano fit?”
As the sleepy eyes
Slide open on this Indiana town
We pack our belongings to head east
Back to Brooklyn
In a summers ease
I grab my keys
It’s almost noon now
Time passes us quickly
As we make our way back to they city
The unknown path of success
Teeters as much in my hands
As it does at rest
It balances not with my abilities
Talents or goodwill
It will find a line curved
Sloped sideways
And up a hill
The great challenge is to wait
Undisturbed
Knowing that I am
Unacquainted with the ways of success
It must pass from my hands
Through the eyes of onlookers
Into ears and slowly through hearts
Then it must make it way
Back out through the mouth
To adhere to other ears
Drumming to the sound of what is new success
These ears must then determine if my notes
Pass their discernment test
For which at this point
I have no possession of fluent success
It is now in the air we breathe
The sights we see
It is out there tucked away
Against the mess
Somehow
I can not define
What is success
The inconsolable sociopath
Taking note of what to destroy
Along the path
It is sad
That little can be done for such sadness
How can I reflect on my own faults
Weaknesses and shortcomings
Undone and left for incomplete
I wake in the morning
To refine the nimbleness of the fingers
Mind and stretch the soul
I will admit that my own weakness
Is that I can not slow down
Take hold
But if we search for only the shortcomings
Of one another
We will be sorely disappointed
None can claim perfection as a profession
Such naysayers can have such perfusion
A fusion feeding the needing soul
Passing through this life
Looking for the simple imperfections to hold on to
I pass over this
Wake up again and let it go to rest
There is only so much stress
I stay cool
Under the real life test
Unwarranted threats
How does this feel justified
Changing stories
Not clarified
The word pushers
Try to pale my face
With willful words
Undignified
I keep a cool head
As I am not afraid of hot headed fears
Orchesrated golden needs
We share a meal
Table side
While others plan lies
The last chance money dive
This is the face of reality
Looking at me
Straight in the eye
The light inside of me will not go out
I won’t get down
I know what it means to move on
Let go of everything
And hold hope
In the songs I sing
How much plastic must be shoved in my face
Through my eyes and in my brain
From the plastics on the television
To the faces injected and filled
After incision
Are we a deliberate plastic culture
Seizing every opportunity
And financial gains like vultures
How is it that this is the specimen
Of us
We cultured
From the blabbing heads with fake lips
The reality shows full of fake tits
One morning it just hit
We are a culture of pure plastic
The fuss of the day
Quite offsetting I would say
Strayed from what is ideal
To the real creation of an idea
2 ideas get away
Understood that not everything can be so perfect
So I will work with it
We make our day ideal
No matter what’s cards are intertwined
In the deal
How is the brain
Wired in such a way
That even simple tasks
Under great pressure
Can seem so unachievable
So distant
Out of control
How is it that ideas
Thoughts and motions
Can move my head
In evening rest
To stay awake all night
To turn left and right
So irritable the mind can be
When the pressure is turned high
On me
I don’t believe the cliches
Until one day
I stop right in my tracks
Others unable to help
When I truly ask
How is it so unequivocally true
That one senses success
They become less understanding
Of what they can help and do
I never believed the silly cliches
Until this happened to me one day
When a light goes off
In a cold and distant sky
I look up
With wipe dried eyes
The world needs good people
Full of life and vibrancy
Courteous and full of decency
Does the world become darker
Or does it balance with new light
Finding new ones
The giving kind
For all of mankind
I hope that the lives of new souls
Bless the world
Wherever we go
For when we loose light
We now are the light
We must aspire to be bright
In a world that goes a little dimmer
When we loose a beautiful light
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