ACTION…
Are we totally given our free will?
Like a get out of jail card from God
Finding passion and hate in the shuffle
Losing ourselves to trying
To say what we want to say
Act, as we want to act
Are we to just sit back and chill?
Given a token to ride that train…
Clattering and rambling
With images and faces passing by
And the trueness of life is to take a snapshot
And tucking in your shoebox as cheat sheets
Are we wrap up by the all mighty dollar bill?
Embellish in the freeness of life
Your past is a virtual mental engraving picture show
And the horizon is your movie screen
The simplicity of looking out into the big blue
The cost is nonexistent but the show is never-ending
Finding, searching, defining, looking, feeling,
Loving, hating, crying, holding…
Should it be all action…
Or to know…
Is to just stand STILL!
