Abundance
Resting laurels find mediocre outcomes
Resilience and persistence must override fear
Anxiety is excitement when framed with thought
Results are immaterial when measurements aren’t material
Yet the material life drives chronic chasing
Of everything resulting in empty bottles and pipes
And shopping carts of credit card receipts
Needing more to fulfill
This chase is as empty as heaven’s nazi population
Glittering prizes leaving the soul diminished and dry
Panting like a desert dweller down to his last
Showering praise on those dear .0001%
Trillions for a hundred and billions for 8 billion
Darwin’s foot found us helpless and distraught
Determined to be more a fool’s errand for many
Praying for outcomes that baffle the sane
Knowing I’m grateful for the lack of the abundance
