Chalk
Let the movement go and
swim with life’s flow
Trust in your mind to
reflex anything low
To live to the edge is the
general direction of zoom
It’s when the vectors
deflect you’ll discover the boom
Which side of control will
you decide?
The decision to stand or
jump will be your slide
Just as sleeping when you
want to but must stand
The drift is satisfying
and the awakening grand
By whose standards do you
talk?
Deciding those on your own
is the courage called the walk
Always aware of the
detractors with barbs at the ready
They’ll fly, but blunt
those points by always being cerebrally steady
You make the line with the
dry or wet chalk
The wind’ll blow it away
or it’ll resist and not baulk
Only reality matters and
that’s what’s now
For we live in the future
and the past is only a pretty or ugly dhow
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