the need for rest

so this “western civilization”

taps on your window in the

morning & wants you to jump

to attention, salute big brother &

speed through your routine

so that you can be a good hamster &

jump right on that treadmill,

if you ever get off it in the first place.

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

run

&

what has it gotten you?

is it an issue that has gotten beaten to a

dead horse?  go on, pick up your smartphone &

pick up your laptop & check to see if anybody

has done anything new on your facefuck---go

on, tweet twat twaddle yourself to death, live

your life in just over 100 characters a second,

go on & enjoy your cubicle, go on & march

to the beat of somebody else’s drum in your

suit & tie, go on & march to the beat of your

own drum (marching because you have to in

order to stay ahead of the game, in order to stay

ahead of the rest of all those marching to stay

ahead of you, because if you aren’t ahead, then

you’re behind & if you’re behind then you

are irrelevant in the rat race) so you can get to

the tip top of the pyramid & then…

what has it gotten you?

as long as you are working for the day you

can rest you are dying quicker than you would

be if you took the time to do it

NOW.

may your body command

what your mind

refuses,

before they agree upon your

end,

together.