The Heart of Dust to Dust
The Beautiful of The Conception
Take My '53 Chevy half ton pick em up truck for a ride.
So I Was Checking Out My Self Compared to Others
I do not have massive wheat stored for a future date. I do not have masses stored in a vault or an account. I do not have air conditioning. My car is older than my young son. Dang my neighbor who is the age of my elder son has more than me.
What have I done with this notion of a small and getting smaller footprint? I don't even buy into Climate Change stuff. I just need simplicity. Do not worry, my bride takes care of the day to day.
But when I die all that will be left of me will be 4 great children. What a crappy inheritance. Maybe I should get busy and get things. Or maybe I should leave them some richness of soul. Do I have it in me to create a legacy born of creation and not the wealth of nations?
On The Day I Was Born They Threw Me Across AgainstThe Wall, Then They Realized I Was A Child.
Ain't No One Ever Called Me Pretty
Is it possible that friends are not necessary?
Can I live life without folk and just arbitrary?
Who suggested man is a social creature?
Who decided that man is a god in the miniature?
Am I less of a man in my solitairy?
Or must I cackle and noise make in the aviary?
Could it be that I am not a fool?
Swimming alone in God’s wading pool?
Love and friendship I do adore
But I relish the locked up door
I seem more trouble so to cause
As I must socialize just because
Life has been good to me
Have I the right to let it be?
So my world has been made almost perfect
Must I suffer as is the holy prefect?
A child of mine told me to let it be
God will show the life until I see
Nowhere imagination can ring more true
Than the love I receive from you
Failure upon mishap and frustrating episodes
Yet there is love to help me carry the loads
Shall I be so predisposed to think my life is charmed?
When in fact each precious moment requires I be disarmed
Who do I do battle with for reason
When I am blessed in every season
So I will sit here and seriously contemplate
All of the joy served on my plate
Leave me lover friend if you must
I will adore that which is dust to dust.
Climbing up 1,000 feet at around 6,000 feet with a 40 pound pack just might be good for a man.
Heck I do not even know for sure if my breathing is good for mankind.
But my family says it is, So I reckon I will "Keep on Trucking". Let us take some more steps together.