Another Poem: More Choices

More Choices

If I want to know what Life is, then I better think of choices;

Look around me, feel open-simply listen to the voices.

In the hills, in the garden, in the kitchen, in my mind,

Keep my eyes clearly open; if I close them, then I’m blind.

Got many paths to follow, got many steps to dance;

There’s a whole lot of roadways; can’t get caught up by a glance. 

Grow some goodness, not a lot, takes some toil, but it’s worth it.

Work the soil, feel the sun, share some water, keep the earth fit.

Can’t be lazy, snoozing, napping, munching, snapping, goin’ nowhere.

Wake my feet up, get outside, look around and start to go where,

Down the sky sweeps to the seas, where the air directs the breeze,

And the sage presents its fragrance, I will want to be aware,

That the world is full of choices-listen up and hear the voices.

In the hills, in the garden, in the kitchen, in my mind,

Keep my eyes clearly open; if I close them, then I’m blind.

Get some school in-lots of work, write those papers with my eyes shut

wondering why I work so damn hard, just to get a little wise, but

Now I’ve done it, use that knowledge, think of byways, destinations

Build my highway, pave it smoothly, plan some worthwhile celebrations.

Meet a woman, treat her well, find the things we do together

Check her head, see what’s inside, check my own and start to measure.

Here’s a choice I can control, take my time cause there’s no hurry

Spend the time to know her well.  Then I’ll know I’m not to worry,

That the world is full of choices-listen up and hear the voices.

In the hills, in the garden, in the kitchen, in my mind,

Keep my eyes clearly open; if I close them, then I’m blind.

Got to work to make the loot, got to hustle to the root

of the system there’s no doubt, fraught with stress, so that it’s put

a lot of focus on my actions, got a spotlight on my back.

Think of all the ways to riches, on the one and only track,

That leads to where I want to go, down the line if I get old

In my rocker, in my slippers, with my cookies and my kettle.

I look back on my life’s long track, 

Did I make the right choices, did I put the answers back?

Did I make it to the top, the pinnacle of the road,

Did I treat my wooms right, did I pile up the gold?

Is there any point in knowing, while I’m noddin’ and a blinkin’

Did I make the right choices, did I feel my mind a thinkin?

That the world is full of choices-listen up and hear the voices.

In the hills, in the garden, in the kitchen, in my mind,

Keep my eyes clearly open; if I close them, then I’m blind.