What’s the deal with wanting it all?
Why this myth do our minds enthral?
The mirage we pursue as a big windfall.
Having no sense of its impending downfall.
Succumbing to live in the urban sprawl,
We push, we fight, we play hardball
In spring, summer, winter and even fall.
When we begin to falter, We take adderall,
Forgetting that we are here for the long haul.
We add to our lists like a daily roll call
Considering temperance a bit too banal.
Piling on more tasks we hope to avoid the pitfall
Of reassessing our drive and its inevitable shortfall.
We clammer, we pant, we strive, even crawl
Afraid that our senses we might reinstall.
Hand back this misnomer -A GLOBAL recall.
What happened to balance? moderation, bocci ball?
Did we forsake it along with our cholesterol?
Progress we claim from the age of Neanderthal.
Forgetting that in in real -time we are still quite small.
Ravaging the earth in our mad free- for- all.
Wondering why there’s no snow for a snowball.
Instead, we survive yet another rainfall.
We are addicted to stress and high cortisol
Treating our bodies like a toy punching ball,
Striving and fighting, eschewing the next close call.
Our nerves we soothe with more alcohol.
Our knees, hips, and hearts we re-install
look! we’ve made progress after all!
For another trip to the new shopping mall,
We live our lives on one long conference call.
Multi tasking with multi masks of retinol-
On our devices and screens from dawn till nightfall.
For fear of what may befall
when missing out on the next tweet, text or phone call.
We escape to the gym seeking the firm abdominal wall.
Riding bikes, running and doing the front crawl.
Hoping to hide behind layers of our own dry wall.
Instead from Humpty Dumptys great wall do we fall!
We get back up, put on our clothing and face of a doll
Push it. Play it. Sacrifice it. All.
Only to claim the big corner stall
We move to New York, Los Angeles, or Montreal,
Vying for the status of Charles de Gaul
With the facade of the pious Pope John Paul.
We treat our lives like a free -for -all!
Returning again and again to the shopping mall,
We forget the fundamental protocol:
Nothing is for free. There is a price for it all.
What do YOU want to remember at your last curtain call?
Ducit Amore 