Friday, October 19, 2012

Think Less, Play More

It seems I have trouble remembering goodness
those too tiny fires surrounded by ice
they flicker so softly I sometimes pass by them
and start down the toll road that leads me to vice

It’s hard to believe I can carry such baggage
the weight of just one case would bury most men
and yet here I trudge with a pack filled with boulders
and blinders to ward off the rest stops again

I must write a note to tattoo on my forehead
that states, (written backward), “get out there and play”
For thinking too deeply will give one a headache
and make you a crab at the end of the day.

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