Thinking Sublimely

Thinking sublimely isn’t as timely As it was in years long past. When Poe, Thoreau and others we know Gave all they had to last. Weaving their webs of thoughts that led To ideas beyond understanding; While here and now I’m lost somehow In this modern world demanding. So much more of our time, our minds, Our bodies and our brains; It’s difficult to see outside my window When all I see is rain. Pouring down like rocket fire Incessantly in my view; Thinking sublimely isn’t as timely For folks like me and you. Striving towards heaven within our reach Not unlike Emerson, Dickinson and Frost; Counting the difference between better and best Is always defined by the cost. While this amateur clings to his broken heart strings And thoughts of a poetic lift; The thought’s in his head he’s completely mislead Competing with those with a gift.