Warning: Storm Approaching
Too Late To Take Cover
There is no where to run and hide
The storm that we were afraid of
Is much worse than we think
It rips us off our feet
Turns our whole life on end
Just when we thought we had a grip
It blindsides us again
It never stops demanding
Wanting more than we are willing to give
We have to climb instead of fall
Put good use to our senseless energy
We have felt it frequently in the past
Then we thought we made it through
We had plenty of time for preparation
Instead, we shrugged our shoulders and went on our way
Instead of getting down to business
If we only took the time?
To explore the madness
We have to be careful
To stay at a close distance
Not too close
That we get dragged in
Experience has taught us so much
Why doesn't anyone listen?
The violent forces of nature
Are also so unforgiving
We can manage now
As we unravel the yarn ball
The cat has willfully torn apart
We take a stand
Gripping life in our hands
Watching all the people
Who walk dazed and confused
Not now
Not ever
With nowhere to go
They choose to be helpless victims
Who get mixed up in the shuffle
If we could see the world
Through the eye of a hurricane
What would we gain?
A new perspective and a different objective
New hope
When do we stop wanting?
When do we stop needing?
The balance that can't be corrected
With a broken scale
We need to find a way
Folding the dry trowels from the dryer isn't enough
Hanging the wet clothes from the washer
Before they wrinkle
Is a slow start
Staying up till 4 in the morning
Playing catch up from the night before
Fantasy can be an easy escape
Reality is rough and disappointing
Creating beauty is never an easy feet
Keep looking
Perseverance and boundless amounts of energy wanted
I can't see any signs posted
The tenderness from one pleasure to the next
Compelling and inviting
An open invitation
There has to be a period of retaliation
That good is never good enough
Once we disarm the triple threat
It becomes so much easier
Then you think we would remember
Of course, we don't
So much easier being the person who was mistreated
With all our choices limited
If we only took the wheel
Steering in the right direction
Careful never to go off the road
All along
We always had the ability and the desire
Even though we couldn't put them together
Like other people do
We are right back at it
Examining life as if we were the test tube baby
The weather changes
A quick morning chill
Rocks our senses
For we know what we want
One step closer
I am convinced
We will get there
No need for makeup or cover-ups
We see it
Then tell it like it is
No fact check needed
We never were the best in science
Philosophy is more our jam
Remember the days
When a little peanut butter and jelly sandwich felt great
All we needed is a nice tall glass of cold milk
Then we realize today isn't so bad after all
We have finally found the key
Hidden under the outside doormat
History always finds a way
To repeat itself
I'm o.k. with that
As long as I fine-tune my life like a piano
Playing so many keys all at once
The same life you once thought was virtually impossible
Is now only a stones throw away
