SELF

Bigger, better, I want more,
ambition holds me in its claw.
Feel the strength, touch the power,
success, achievement by the hour.

Personal space filled to the brim,
things to treasure, things I'll bin,
file it, store it, hide away,
may need that another day.

Sunrise, sunset all the same,
busy working life's fast lane.
Packing, flying, chase the sun,
spend the money, have some fun.

Driving past the vacant stare,
huddled in a cardboard chair,
despising weakness, lack of pride,
not my concern his vision died.

My humble roots, his simple trade,
I fought and schemed, my future made.
My taxes keep the likes of you,
get off your back and pay your due.

Suddenly my life is still,
desires and dreams beyond my will.
Visions of my life ahead,
imprisoned in a sterile bed.


Captive now, I have no choice,
but listen to a still small voice.
A future that I could not see,
finds the soul inside of me.


Huddled in a metal chair,
sensing beauty everywhere.
This precious earth, sky and sea,
proclaim the power that set me free.


Reaching for your outstretched hand
I'll take the second chance you planned,
and try, until my life is through,
to follow the path that pleases you.


Talitha Hills
Copyright 2003