Lazy Day
Lazy day, you’ve overcome me.
You’ve dulled every point
I’d intended to make,
And undermined the erudite gems
of wisdom I’d hoped to convey.
Now, in your subtle way,
You grin at me.
You sharpen your wit and poke me awake
with reminders that I am not the only fool
with something cool to say.
Your tranquil whisper flows by in a breeze;
“we are only deep when our consciousness sleeps…
close your eyes, it’s a lazy day.”
It’s very easy to live a foolish life.
It’s quite simple to close ones eyes.
Perhaps it’s natural to live half alive,
Squandering years chasing butterflies.
It was a fantasy world where love was sex,
Where only the myth was Divine.
It was a delusional place where money was wealth,
Where the golden calf was blind.
It was a span of obtuse spiritual grasp,
Where prayers were supplications of secular paradigm.
It was an illusional space of blank design,
Where I imagined all the colors were mine.
Time is defined by the beginning to the end,
Alpha to Omega, dust to dust.
At some point on the mandala one must eventually depend
On something more benevolent than us to trust.
And so I face the reflection of a foolish life
Having never caught the illusive butterfly.
Yet, I do have a little time left, Rocinante and me,
To charge windmills that go ’round and ’round,
‘Round and ’round, ’round and ’round eternally.
mtkf
