This life I lead
the friends I choose
we are all on a journey
and limp confused.
With authority,
we pomp
opinions,
really.
My life gives it authenticity.
As yours does to you.
Our collective voices.
What to do?
When it clashes.
I take your hand,
I link my arm in yours.
We look to the heavens
and call out
to the
Giver of All Things.
His response
is
“stop wasting time!”
You in your corner,
I in mine.
Time is precious.
There is much to do.
Get up.
Go.
Stop spending so much
of what I gave you.
On
YOU.
