Out The Window

11 May

Out The Window

I’ve seen a lot of people claim to do the work each day
But when shit hits the fan, somehow all their grace goes away
For months or years they say “I’m working on it!” but when time
Arrives to use the fruits of all their training, they don’t climb

They do not rise, they don’t stand fast, they crumble and they fall
All their so-called work goes “out the window” as they bawl
If all your training is so easily dispatched and tossed
Perhaps it’s time to admit that nothing is being lost

Perhaps it’s time to admit that the work has not been done
Concede the easy path was taken, the one that’s much more fun
Admit the truth that when you had a chance to push your bounds
You failed to crawl through danger zones and stayed on safer grounds

“Out the window” they exclaim as if they did possess
Any focus, grace or strength before their newest stress
Nothing went out any window since nothing was there
For if it was, it would stay put and help to deal and dare

Grace and focus comes with the most outrageous price tag:
Time and patience, sacrifice, ego death (what a drag!)
And what goes out the window? Just a half-assed, lazy whim
That has about as much heft as a Sunday morning hymn

Easily discarded in favor of pain and rage
“Out the window”’s never uttered by those strong and sage
Because their training’s been burned in and holds a lasting place
There to use at will in order to maintain their grace

                                                     ~Miro

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