In This World

Do not rush, ever What are you running towards, running from, Cowboy?

The tides have turned, voices and the picking of guitar strings fill the air

For souls like ours, has it ever been easy to find a place in this world?

Truth is, we don't quite fit and so we must create our own spaces instead

To think big, yet not fall into ego's trappings To shape a new world yet not become enamoured with power To give love, yet not be bitter when it isn't returned Such will be our way

How easy it is to get distracted, to lose ourselves in a sea of petty meaninglessness

How easy to throw this life away

And how I sometimes wish to shut my heart again not to feel it sting shatter break

Now, more than ever I cannot lose myself I've had my share of isolation It's time to be in the world at all danger of being broken

I've collected and rearranged my pieces before I'll do it again if needed

Each time, it's a richer image that emerges