Transcend
The average human rises. Stumbles down to fresh caffeine.
To be armed for daily bullshit…
One requires this machine.
Big sips while rapid scrolling through a wild barrage of news.
All injected in the bloodstream,
Before both feet are placed in shoes.
Driving now. The car needs food. Gas prices get a peek.
“Can’t believe it costs so much,”
Those words repeated every week.
No matter price per gallon, this frown remains the same.
What’s Groundhog Day without the growth?
Well, it’s a very different game.
To the workday. More routines. Switching brain to cruise control.
Fulfilling? No. Mind-numbing? Yes.
But, hey, it doesn’t take your soul.
No, that happens after-hours, when you aren’t on the clock.
Too many years of playing small…
Once-tender hearts grow hard as rock.
Existing in your head for comfort. It becomes the safer choice.
No big tears or raw emotion.
Just the same persistent voice.
More rapidly, the years pass by. You keep remaining “fine.”
Fully camouflaged by habits.
Abandoned dreams all kept in line.
Then, just like that, it’s over. Your arrival at the end.
Those walls you built? To hide from fear…
They never were your friend.
It hits you now, a flash so bright,
There was magic all around.
You never dared to shine your light,
And now live six feet underground.
