FOR REAL
This is a recipe
For disaster?
For change?
A way to move through the world, while it’s constantly rearranged
You’re not deranged
You are not crazy
You simply feel what one must feel
When the world is simply not taking care of itself
You know what’s good. You know what’s real.
And you simply want more of it
You see no reason for seasons of war —
Yes seasons must change
Because the whole world is tilted
On its axis
Sometimes it works, sometimes relaxes
Sometimes it springs to life
Sometimes it hunkers down for winter
Sometimes it basks in the glow of its very own light
Sometimes it welcomes all the colors, takes a breath, and let’s it fall
Life is a phone that is constantly ringing
And eventually, you must take the call
There’s no such thing as endless summer
But there is always room for swimming
You will never find a thing that never ends
But there’s always room for more beginnings
There is a room within the chaos
There is a world within the void
It’s the one we’re on
Just floating
All together
On a planet with a heart made of fire and steam
But surrounded by blues and greens
And grey, and black and white and stars
Then a basket of oranges and yellows and reds
Welcome the light — it has traveled so far
Just to be here
To witness
Everything that is growing
And it don’t go away when some things begin dying
The world isn’t about simply doing and doing
For real
It’s mostly about trying.