SETTLING ON AN UNSETTLED LIFE

Undisciplined & unsure is no cure for dreams
left to fester. Your quest to be happy
hinges on what you will do to achieve
that state. Waiting for the right moment is more work
than you’ll allow. You get mired in the red tape, tired
when you should be wired to take flight.

Taking just what’s handed you with nothing demanded of you is giving up the fight
for spontaneity, relinquishing your dreams
for the same old-same old existence, tired
of testing your resolve to dissolve the norm, happy
to cash in your chips without putting in the work;
more of what is required to achieve.

Don’t let yourself be deceived.
Even the Wright Brothers came crashing down trying to attain flight.
A new perspective and more hard work
puts you light years closer to your dreams.
Falling asleep at the controls won’t make you happy.
Ever tried, ever failed. Never failed? Never tried!

Life offers no guarantees, but it is true that if you do not try
you won’t come close to achieving,
leaving you sullen; less than happy.
Your free-fall will be short lived when you spread your wings and fly.
Realities are nothing more than dreams
that are fed by ambition and a lot of hard work.

Do not allow yourself to be afraid of hard work.
Sure, it will leave you muscle-sore and mentally tired,
but all you desire will have more worth; the dreams
you dream will be rewarded. Your achievements
will be recognized and celebrated, it will lighten
your load. You will explode with happiness.

If you must settle, be it for an unsettled life. Be happy.
Let your options provide every opportunity for your work
to do great things. Your wingspan is just right for the flight
of your life. Get it in gear and keep moving; you’ll never grow tired
You will be amazed by what your desire can achieve.
Wake up to a new reality and live your dreams.

You will not be happy to sleep through your dreams.
Decide to work hard to achieve. It seems
you will never get tired once you’re in flight!

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 28: SETTLED

SHIFTING SANDS

Your footing is precarious
as you are furiously spinning your wheels.
It feels as if your motor runs a mile
a minute, but your actions require more traction.
A good foundation is the basis for
a well-structured life. It can be rife with
pot holes and pit falls, all detrimental
to any forward progress. You digress
into a rut of your own creation, and any
elation will have to wait for you to stand firm.
The more you squirm, the more
the quicksand will devour you.
Keeping your wits about you will keep
others from losing theirs. Your foothold
will be something to behold.
The days of your life will be nothing
like sands through an hour glass.
Your feet will have found solid ground.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 28: SETTLED

CIRCLE THE WAGONS

The natives are restless,
and your “fortress” is a mess.
Long hauls have a heavy price to pay
and it gets a bit scary on the open prairie.
Water is scarce and the buzzards
bide their time. It’s no crime getting the spoils
when the victor vultures toil high in the desert sky.

The dust kicks up and the wind drives hard
piercing like needles, buffeting cheeks and eyes,
dry and burning and yearning for a soft bed
and a place where prayers seem less fruitless.
Hopeless was good for romantics, but not for survival;
your arrival pivots on your staying alive.

So, you strive to not become a part of the landscape,
and your escape can only be to reach your destination.
Campfire crackles and coyote howls fill the night,
moonlight, your only security. The surety of you
finding gold is less likely than not dying old in a warm bed.
You dread the alternatives. But if you learned one thing,

it is to bring the wagons full circle. A new life
will give you a purpose; a chance to dance beneath the stars
knowing this growing land is all right for settling.
“Go West”, Greeley said. Go West for a young man’s destiny
is manifest. The rest is up to his wile and cunning.
There is no running away. There’s only heading to. Wagons Ho!

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 28: SETTLED

ONCE AND FOR ALL

This has been unresolved for quite some time.
I’m trying to make sense of a senseless
situation. Maybe if our minds meet
we’ll be greeted by a grand solution,
instead of the illusion that nothing’s wrong.
This song and dance is out of step;
out of tune with the times. Mimes
couldn’t have said it better themselves!
So, for once and for all let’s get this settled?
DO you know the way to San Jose, or not?

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 28: SETTLED