Empty Empty Empty life of mine.
Fill it with thoughts, fill it with time,
Death lurking near
But not near enough
To feel the clock ticking
To Live Life off the cuff
I beg you have mercy,
Please extend me this chance
To clear out my eyes, so I’ll understand.
That This moment is precious, vicitra as they say
In india or Europe, or the US of A
I pray and I grovel at the proverbial feet
of the Great lord almighty, but I’ve missed the beat
While I sit and I grovel and cry out “oh poor me”
The True divine presence observes this you see
No condemning or pity nor filled with grandiose
But silent and waiting till I look down at the toes
And notice the feet, the proverbial trotters
Are none other than mine, but I’ve gone to such bother
So wishful yet wasteful and weary I’ve been
To walk one thousand miles not to look deep within
Now it seems that this chatter is all but to say
That Life isn’t waiting on games that you play
It’s here, it’s now, infinite ever-lasting
While I’ll pass on quite soon,
Life just nods at the passing
So nod for God’s sake,
Nod for the God’s,
Nod til your weary of iPhones and ear pods
Then when you’re done nodding,
And you’ve just had enough
Then maybe, JUST maybe.
You’ll LIVE LIFE OFF THE CUFF.