Think Quick 1

Think quick.
Make it stick.
We don’t have all day.
I can hear you say.

We’ve turned a corner.
That famous border
That once was fear,
Now seems clear.

Ride the rail
Into town. Regale
Our groove.
Shake it down.

Upturn that frown
I’ll take the wheel,
While we rock and reel
To the rumble.

Our dreams so humble,
Yet dashing.
While some were trashing
The call and purpose,

They chose the circus
To stand in line for pleasure.
Quarter cup and fifth of never.
But we’ll take it now.

Their customs disavow
And follow a route
So hollow, while
We admire the view

And swallow the thrills
And fever chills
Of impending challenge.
A wayward balance

To be refined.
Diamond mined
To reach the precious nugget.
Shine and buff its’

Bright veneer,
Crystal clear,
Sparkly truth.
Beyond our youth


9/23/20