2026-10

wondering why we do whatever that we do
setting out to do well but having some hurdles
finding ways to shove them aside and think freely
walking outside the bounds that want to keep us in

taking trips and writing whatever comes to mind
keeping away from crowds we hone in on the self
shoving aside the crowds we look for the true goal
striving to reach that goal we stop hunting for crowds

learning how to live life takes tens of years to do
having mostly learned them we feel so locked therein
feeling the need to breathe with a want to slip out
finding that hidden nook far from the dumbed down crowds

looking forward to run and getting far away
leaping into wide fields finding too much to know
getting stuck in the mud not knowing the way out
finding a hidden path towards a deeper life

having a willingness to steer the new wagon
getting there at long last and seeing how it lags
finding out how it drags when you want it to go
putting up with this dud and looking for an out

following everyone in the bright early days
having so much hope then to become somebody
feeling some slight bad blood throughout the old wavelengths
looking through old follows and seeing who's still true

thinking of tomorrow not looking at today
plotting what might happen if this or that happens
seeing how time went by while thinking much too much
finding out the hard way that life is ending quick

having at first no fears of what may lie ahead
running into a snag and then into a hitch
walking slower later and treading so lightly
seeing only walls now after seeing gateways

picking a fight often with anyone when young
falling back on cringing once we learn to hold it down
thwarting the need to fight later on at all costs
shunning the dumb others who would only make us cringe

wanting to do it all with a mindset to win
finding out soon enough that there is much too much
holding back the new deeds and striving to hold still
letting the waves take me for better or for worse

unwrapping the new gift in the hopes of a win
putting that into play and seeing its shortfalls
running into a snag with the now old gift's flaw
wrapping the gift later and throwing it away

flipping through a long list wondering what to pick
wanting to do it all and slowly losing time
waking up much too late to hear the starting gun
seeing all others run fast and far beyond me

needing to kill the time when young and days are long
finding ways to do things with a much faster speed
finding out even then that time still rushes fast
needing later to grab all the time that we need

getting the homework done as a straightforward end
getting the long job done with twists and unknowns
getting the life's work done might never truly end
getting the end game down then walking through the walls

rising up like a ghost and singing the good songs
minding all earthly things it gets to be a chore
feeling all so weighed down by the short mid-life years
hoping to rise again when becoming a ghost

starting out all messy not knowing how to stack
finding outlines later we start to line things up
knowing what things go where life becomes more streamlined
having ducks in a row we then play a little

popping onto the field with some of that boldness
finding the shortcomings we start to grow stiller
feeling somewhat wistful wondering what to do
getting out of the jam by finding a way out

swapping fields early on like swapping clothes each day
settling on something quick before we lose out on life
feeling like breaking out to get out of this field
blurring the fields later to become whole-minded

daring to dream so big when things are all so new
getting into the game it is not what it seemed
striving to do one's best and get out of it fast
making a hushed way out without making a fuss

wanting to tweak the tongue by putting in new words
finding no one gets it but we still keep talking
hiding the words away in a hushed lonely den
writing not to fit in but to make my own thing

starting a new bold run so carefully with thought
having so much to learn things start to get messy
striving to grab meaning even if there is none
putting together books so that all is not lost

feeling light and ready to take over the world
scratching that goal for now (settling on something small)
struggling even with that (where has all the time gone?)
slipping out of the world a little at a time

soaking in all the things like a dry cloth when young
finding more lies ahead after all the soaking
seeking to settle down it feels like giving up
giving up on the need to be one with it all

writing for nobody feels like a dreadful chore
wanting much to be heard in the long days of yore
writing things for oneself later becomes needed
writing for nobody feels like an open door

having at first no means to do fun things when young
working one's life away hoping for a break one day
learning to live with less one somehow finds a way
seeing a few loopholes also helps with the plot

learning all kinds of things without care for the time
narrowing them all down to home in on a few
making links between them to strengthen the knowledge
feeling more at home with what we already know

having a will and drive to seek out that other
going through so many it all gets wearisome
lacking will to linger out comes a need to leave
growing a happiness not found with another

buying it seemed like fun and the "in thing" to do
finding out much later that it came with much work
holding onto this thing for longer than needed
selling it now at last to put it all behind

looking only at things and not the outlined world
seeing some things happen more than once and wonder
starting to foresee things with some outlined outlooks
smiling at the outlines when they give endless gold

looking so far ahead while not seeing the now
slowing down and finding life already began
doing what is needed only too late in life
seeking to find a way to make it all alright

wanting to become great and do all the big things
having to settle down with one or two small strengths
wondering whether then to branch out or home in
finding time goes quickly seeking to do too much