I could live near Vegas,
forty minutes from the lights,
or move to Chicago,
work long days and sleep long nights,
stay outside the beltway
with the preening socialites,
or any other town on the list of potential sites.
Go professional,
and make my future more secure,
or find fulfillment
preaching debt relief for all the poor,
lock myself away
until my name becomes obscure,
but these are all distractions
from the only thing that’s sure.
People had it easy
in the days of wind and dust,
although there were some incidents
that some might call unjust
that left sweeping fields of bodies
rotting in the hush,
safe to say that back then
I might be inclined to rush.
(Just wait, just hold on.)
I can take time building something new,
but I can’t wait to get my stakes in you!
All I know is that I’ve dreamt
there used to be more space
for people to live powerfully
and still maintain good taste –
that folks could just keep moving,
and the world would keep their pace.
Maybe we can make
our sense of stasis be replaced.
I can take time building something new,
but I can’t wait to put my stakes in you!
I can take time building something new,
but I can’t wait to put my stakes in you!