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
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&
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 face****---go
on, tweet **** 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.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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