Pole Position

Hanging on to
nothing
It gets old real
quick
A life dying
rotting
Living well but
feeling sick
Up high on a pole
restricted
Looking out across the miles
constricted
Hating your appointed pole
position
So stuck there needing
soul nutrition
Feels good to throw your
stones
Makes you feel stronger...
all alone
But... at the bottom is the
reality
You are scared to be
free
To feel your feet upon
the ground
You, so lost.... never to
be found
Climb down off that
pole
Walk the world you used
to know
Reconnect to the people,
living
Find out what they are
giving
to each other so
free and open
Live your life instead of
hopin
Someone else will live it
for you
Scarecrow hanging way up
high
Watching the world pass
you by
Climb down off your
immobile mount
Join us, learn what life is
all about