If I could be a free spirit,
Living in the moment
From moment to moment,
With no chains linking
My past deeds to future expectations,
THEN...
Then...
then...
I live!
...without worries, in each
Moment lived so free.
Yet, Chains do bind!
The past makes promises
And people predict
"Great Things" to come,
Because I did so well
At my challenges undone.
In school, I was a scholar
Who excelled,
Who bubbled to the top.
I did quite well
In science and math.
Was this why they voted me
"Most Likely to Succeed"?
Twenty-five years later,
I'm no rocket scientist
Nor a genius programmer.
Instead, I sling beer and smokes,
Earning a paltry eight dollars per hour...
My inner voice trilly chides me:
"Such a disappointment..."
On another set of scales,
I'm coming up short:
No marriage, no kids, no house, no car,
NO...
No...
no...
"American Dream"
Perpetuated by Big Media
Over and over and over again.
...and paranoia would have me believe,
That I'm my friends' disappointment, too.
Fed by these futile frustrations,
I want to turn my back
On our measures of success.
I hear whispers in my ear,
When I lay down, troubled:
"Give it all up,
Find the Tao,
BE...
Be...
be...
One, like the monks.
A humble life is the best life."
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