I must confess
I find myself off track
It’s a bit of a mess
and I feel out of whack
The question remains
Can I get back in the lane
where things feel more sane?
When ducks are not in a row
There are lots of noisy quacks
Searching for the know
to put things back on track
Maybe the point
is not to get out of joint
just because the ducks
stopped forming a row
Looking for the meaning
without it seeming
like being lost
has too great a cost
We have been sold the line
of how important it is to find
the path we are meant for
which helps us discover more
about ourselves and about the world
apparently, it is about having and doing more?
We hide behind
an incorrigible bind
preaching like pungent wine
Exclaiming: “Its a crime
you have not figured out why
your song does not rhyme!”
What if the song you are meant to sing
is more like a jazzy syncopation
something with a little bling bling
moving away from the constipation
of following the design
which says we must be confined
to simply falling in line
If it doesn’t work out
You can always go back
Get all ’em ducks en route
And listen to ’em quack
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