If you only knew what joy awaits you
On the other side of letting it slide.
The fleeting feeling of freedom
Does not do a lot to stop the rot.
You only want it when you’re lonely
Or feel as though the story is too slow.
The meaning that life should be bringing
Does not lie in getting high or being fly.
Look outward if you want to awaken.
True purpose is like the glue of goodness
That helps you adhere to the world you fear.
It’s easier to play around and remain astray
But it keeps you in the rut of “so what.”
All adventures require departures
From the normal, into the horrible.
To find the extraordinary in the ordinary
Only requires the road meet the tires.
Otherwise you’re just spinning your wheels.
When you gain traction by taking action
Take heed not to drive at such a speed
That will blind your bruised and busy mind.
Keep your hands on the steering wheel
And your eyes on the two yellow lines.
Rest when necessary, to refuel and recover,
But keep the pace that wins the race.
Don’t let the siren of sleep steal your spirit,
But always seek a simple life, full of sunlight.