False Profit

We work most of our days

for a false profit. The richness

we seek will surely leave us

weak. Day in and day out,

we lose ourselves in the vast

shadow that society casts.

We chase paper that means

nothing in the end. We search

for happiness that only exists

inside of our hearts. We yearn

for love, but find ourselves

lost inside of price and cost.

Every day, we feel empty due

to the temptation of possessions.

We tend to value things that have

a price tag, which leaves us stuck

inside a self-made cage. Numbers

become more important than words.

We love to eat chicken, but we don’t

consider the journey of the birds.

Before we know it, our lives will be

nothing more than repetitive steps

that drags us down to the deepest

of depths. One day, you and I will

be memories of the past. Let’s hope

we can burn all of our cash before

both feet touch the ground on

the other side of the door. More,

more, more is what we want, and

loneliness is what we get. We must

not work for a false profit. No amount

of cash will make our happiness last.

Blind Spots

90 on the freeway.
Fast lane cruising.
Chasing a sun some
run away from.
Burning gas and day
light. No time to waste.
Just money to make.
Tunnel vision – no time
to look back. Staying
in the fast lane. Not
in vain – just avoiding
pain. Reach top speed
and succeed. Pushing
the pace, it’s a race.
90 on the freeway.
It is my escape. Away
from slowing down,
I push toward new life:
another opening door.
In your blind spot,
I show myself before
I am somewhere else.
Don’t mind me. I am
gone: a fading song.

A Grey Elephant

A grey elephant sits on top a large rock –
about the same size as him. The sun begins
to rise. Both stay still – waiting to take something
on. The rock stays put; it never was alive.
The grey elephant lives and is feeling alright.
The grey elephant knows he does not want to be
like that rock. He wants to use his trunk and play.
The elephant moves from atop his rock.
The elephant decides to start his long walk.

Treadmills

I run to you. I run for as long as I can.
I chase a moving sun. I run without a plan.
I want to be somewhere far away from this maze.
I have visions. I can see a new world before me.
I can’t tell if I’m moving or if I’m running in place –
or both. Either way, I run. Every now and again,
I slow my pace to walk on life’s revolving treadmill.
There’s no time to stop it. It must be how life can be.
I get closer to you, yet I remain in the same place.

Chasin’ the Dream

Running out of gas, I keep going fast.

I chase this dream just out of reach.

This road grows longer. Will I Last?

I chase this dream, a dream I’ll seize.

Come closer to shorten this distance

between where I’m at and what I chase.

Come closer to tell me where you went;

I want to know which direction to face.

You still matter more than you know,

but I can’t show you how much I care.

You still matter no matter where you go

and I couldn’t stop even if I dared.

I chase this dream, but it changes often

and it grows larger each mile I walk.

I chase this dream that seems to soften

every time I try to talk.

I chase this dream until my legs fail

because I must live the dream I dreamed.

I chase this dream as time sets sail

because this dream is closer than it seems.