You can't keep staring out the window

Wisdom reigns like water from heaven to below.

Crush my earth, seeds sow, garden start to grow.

You know you've got to rise, though you like to flow.

You can't keep staring out the window.

Earth, water, wind, fire we stay low while getting higher.

Spark igniter, fighting tired

Stay wired, enlighten loads.

Stay alive, weep wail chant, cry, let out a sigh

Energized, give out my last dime, life shouldn't pass me by.

Rise, to the occasion.

Keep these hearts all blazin.

Build your life on a river of wax.

There's a striking image in my head of a woman drinking water running in the canal. I saw her from afar on my way home several nights ago. And I just watched her. She's there, I am here: sitting on a tricycle, moving past her, farther and farther away.


How could those lips touch the dirty murky water? How could those lips be so thirsty that it had no other choice but to drink from the canal? She was even poised enough to use a broken plastic cup in scooping water.


Looking back I should have gone down the trike and bought water from a convenience store.


Maybe I don't have the courage to act on impulse.

And i dont know if doing it just serves for self satisfaction.

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