My sorrow flows from my eyes tonight.

My dream place, carpet of earth and sky yanked from under my feet.

I was fighting the cursed hows. Asking questions.
I chickened-out of that so-familiar jump off the cliff.
I was counting dollars over & over & over wondering how can I make this work.

So stupid not to jump anyway.
So stupid trying to play it safe.
So stupid wanting to make things work just right.
So goddamned stupid thinking I had more time.

But all we have is time and time is all we have.
Why deliberate? Why question abilities?
Why not just abandon security and go live?
What’s wrong with us that we want money & security & toil more than freedom, rolling hills and sky?

My sorrow flows from my eyes tonight.

apache plume on the plains