Please color outside the lines.
You can go fast or slow.
Please color the sun that shines.
You can paint rivers that flow.
Outside the lines is just fine.
It’s good to go in blind.
Life is messy sometimes.
Sometimes words don’t rhyme.
It has been a wild ride.
Many days have turned night.
This ride is so special.
You really drive every road.
You don’t drive a rental
to haul life’s heavy load.
You decide to not pick a side
and to drive outside the lines.
We work, work, and work.
Oh, did I say that we work?
We work hard to make it
work. We don’t have the time
to sit. And, I must admit,
We would die before We quit.
We are like those before;
We work, work, and work.
Don’t get me wrong, I work,
but I wonder what it’s worth.
We work so long to build
planes that are never flown.
We work away time killed.
We work hard to go home
with a tank only half-filled.
We work until We burn out
until all the gas runs out.
We work most of our lives
just to keep our dreams alive.
We must never burn out;
We have to take our time.
We work, work, and work:
something We are urged to do.
We have to press the brake
and appreciate the view.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 