Day: April 1, 2020

 
We know of all the things we should and can do
Travel through each day trying to stay cool
We walk a tightrope, hoping we won’t fall
Keep pushing forward, not ready for a stall
Never know what the outcome will be
That’s just the chance you take
Welcome to the jungle
Everything’s real and nothing fake
Stay true to yourself in the boondocks or the city
Drifting away from your truth would be a pity
 
Reality gets a hold on you like cigarettes and coffee
The dreamer in you says no, you prefer tea and toffee
Dynamics of each percolate, leaving you queasy
Resolution is your goal:  Let me down easy
Directions will come; all you say is too, tired to listen
Groove me; send me on my way
I may struggle early; in the evening I’m fine
If I keep progressing, it’ll be champagne and wine
 
There are those I know, who don’t agree
Instead of going for results they wait and see
They want to be sure before they say yes
But won’t get anywhere; that’s my guess
They know the rules and don’t think it’s fair
I tell them what I think, but they just don’t care
 
I’m riding high and stick to what’s true
They play it differently, which makes me misty blue
Life goes on; you cannot put it on hold
Embrace it with gusto, that’s what we’re told
Now and then we all need a lift
Don’t waste your life; it’s a precious gift
 
Inspired by Etta James “the dreamer”
 
Stanski
April 1, 2020^

We wonder now should we worry
When everything seemed in control
But now with a quick review
It was us who sold our soul
Oh, the delights of progress
The ease of getting along
Now crumble with delight before us
While we listen to familiar songs
All of the things taken for granted
And walked over by the haughty few
Have been put aside and vanished
The effects of this virus flu
 
Who can sing out with joy?
Bells are basically silenced
Church doors locked for protection
Loners appear in defiance
Normalcy has been abdicated
You hear the list of excuses
None however stand up to muster
None with confidence will exude
We are in a medley of dismalness
Searching for an ounce of trust
All of the signs of arrogance
Have disappeared like surface dust
 
We weep forgetting our blessings
Spend time singing the blues
Never remembering those others
Who suffered by our collective abuse
Now we’re just part of the masses
No one stands out in the crowd
And for you there is no relief
No matter if your shouts are loud
You wait your turn like others
The ones you used to despise
When this affair with hell if over
You’ll pray that you’re able to rise
 
Stanski
April 1, 2020 ^