Baby Step

 

To learn to walk 

A baby step is necessary

To omit a baby step 

Is planning failure at walking, forever

Look No Farther

You are busy searching 

On the bed, under the bed

On the chair, under the chair

On the table, under the table

Until you realize that the keys 

Are in your hands all the while

And you laugh at the jolly folly

There is a Reason

 When your lane is congested and slow

Your eyes and heart are evermore

Envying those on the other lane

That is going in the opposite direction

That is so free and fast in motion

But only by staying put on your lane

And fighting off the temptation

Will the arrival be a revolution

There is Time to Make the Cake

Can a cake really be made in a heartbeat?

And in the same heartbeat, can it be a treat?

There is time when the cake must be baked

When ingredients must be dutifully gathered

When the flour must be carefully measured 

And into the super bowl ceremoniously emptied

When the eggs must be nicely scrambled 

And into the flour unceremoniously dumped

When the milk, the sugar and the butter

Must too be added to bring in more flavor

The Three Brave Fingers

The thumb buries his head in the sand

He knows that the whole pointing is pointless

He finds shame in participating in this,

This accusation of the other party

But the thumb lacks the guts to dare the self, 

That is wasting time looking for excuses

He finds himself between a rock and a hard place

Not brave enough to point one way 

Or the other way, the thumb abstains

Confidence is Everything

Can a car get anywhere without the driver?

Can the body stand on its feet without the head?

Your confidence is the head and the driver 

What Really Matters

It could be a large seed

Or it could be a tiny seed

It doesn't really matter

Does it grow into a big tree?

That is what really matters

Above Average

 For those who have a destiny to pursue

Their path has a destination they must reach

Only by staying on that road their peace is found

No matter the price it demands, they are happy to pay

Away from any clueless plain road they will run

For it lacks direction and promises meaningless bliss

Their whole life is pursuing what is meaningful to them

Intolerable to them is the easy road that leads nowhere 

A thorny path that leads to their dream is more preferable

The huddles and risks along the way are huge and ruthless

But the destination they desire is even bigger and priceless

It dwarfs the impossible odds challenging their zeal

They are out to prove that mountains can be moved

Non-negotiable is the matter of pursuing their destiny

Their zeal for their destiny is one that no hammer can crush

We Will Overcome

Deadly and malignant the bush fire may be

Burning, wrecking and smashing through life 

Reducing the once good moments of elation

To sad ashes that invoke sad streams of tears

Flattening the hopes that were once promising

To a barren wilderness of eternal desolation

Replacing the most wonderful experiences

With nothing but the maimed and burnt stumps

Freedom is locked up, isolated, under siege

Surrounded by the snarling smoldering fires

Every Other Step Matters

While all the other legs labor

Pushing and kicking 

Dribbling and tackling

Passing and crossing 

The guy who caps it all

With a tap into the goal

Gets all the praise 

And all the applause