How The Hell Do You Play Rock/Paper/Scissors?

(From "Inside Out")


What kind of breezes will we set sail on…you and I

Wet headwinds to labor through tack after tack

Cold wet decks beneath our bare feet

Or run on before warm gusts

Climbing then sliding down shiny sheets of blue

Why don’t we make it easy on ourselves and fly?

Oh…but after all… we’re the crew

In either mode, it’s so easy to die

It’s not the cars we have driven in life that are important

Only the roads we have traveled

That looping cable of time we latch onto

Throws us off when our fare runs out

It’s that simple, our tickets have been punched

If we glance modestly askance

To see where we are

And if we refrain from peering to the rear

The more time we have to stare ahead

Some peer and do not see

While others hallucinate all wild eyed and tell it as truth  

But you and I keenly observe

Smug and snuggled with our convictions

--WJC