Steps

take another plunge
another step
another lunge
another lept
in the past
after you leap
reaching for
the next sheet
of blank paper
on which to write
so you can live through
another life
black ink
on white trees
is all your life
was worth so he
took his scissors
and cut it down
turned your smile
upside down
made you out
to be a chain
of perfect cut outs
holding hands
but you’re worth more
worth more words
worth more colors
worth more serves
of the ball
in this tennis game
this game called life
can be pretty lame
have to play doubles
cant make it on your own
with all your troubles
turning you into a drone
with the bees
working day and night
the day you die
is the day you’ll finally take flight

take another plunge
take another leap
off that cliffside
the lemmings keep
rushing towards
to go back home
a deep instinct
a megaphone
screaming out
into the crowd
history is repeating
itself now
so take your hand
and hold it tight
you’re all you’ve got
this just aint right

take another plunge
take another leap
try again
for the gold you seek
just don’t forget
your crew back on the ship
the ship of life
because this is it
find your tribe
and become adrift at sea
make close connections
make family
because with the tide
does come change
band together
don’t play their game