Too Busy To Even Think
It's Not Only Possible
It happens to me all the time
When you have a full plate
You finish one project and on to the next
Work demands are at an all-time high
You know that work is your lively hood
So you do what you do best
Work sometimes hard and long hours
Schedules we don't like
Not all days are pretty as a picture
They take their toll
You try to get a little extra sleep
So you can still give your top quality
No sloppy or shoddy work for you
Will ever do
Other people may slack off and cut corners
You have learned long ago
There is only one way to do things
That is the right way
The first time around
So when you find the time
You sum up a little glimpse of what is left
The days all blended with the nights
You come and go
A silent body that moves through every necessary motion
That turns into a dark shadow by evening
Hours pass
Not so fast
How could we of made them last?
Is there a secret we didn't know?
We take the good with the bad
We balance off each day
As if we were a boy in a sandbox
Playing with the sand
Filling up sand in our little red bucket
Stuffing it in so tight
Until we can't fit any more
Then we walk it over to a very special spot
Pouring it out
Even though we are only six years of age
We are well beyond our years
Then we do the process over and over again
What we have is not just a pile of sand
But hours of play
We get more excited by the moment
We put in our sweat and labor
To make something
Not completed yet
It is going to be a castle
The greatest castle you have ever seen
It is going to have a large moat around it
Up here on the highest point
We can see in all directions
A bold front gate that is in front of the draw bridge
Huge walls that lead high into the sky
The perfect spot
Then a day of heavy rain
All our sand gets compacted and hard
The pile seems to have disappeared
Now when the wind blows
You see a lump where the pile once stood
The weather turned cold
Time passes and we get old
What once was going to be
Could never happen
It was a dream that never broke through the ice
It never made it to reality
Sad as it may be
It makes way for other dreams
That one day may shine in our darkest moments
Over the years they will not only stand tall and survive
They are a real monument of time
