No control or say in the matter,
Just always is
Felling beaten down, bruised
Even a wee bit sadder.
It's like being on the express triain, making only local stops
When you just wanna get home
To a stout made of manly hopps.
Gettin around a sleepy town, proclaiming to be broadway bound
But, that's just the way the ebb flows,
You just never know.
Just is.
Ever never, conditioned to weather
A snowy street, a sunny trail
No matter which way you turn it,
The Option never is to fail,
Slow and steady the paces
Step by step, through downs and graces
This one way track, isnt giving you a dead end
As it will forever and ever,
Wind and bend
Leaving you, not left behind
You've gotta pick up the pace
Vowing always in due time
Just is,
The way you have to roll,
twist and go with the current,
Never, but always - completely whole.
you never know when that local stop
will bring your dreams to the maximum,
Putting you on top.
With Intention,
Daniel Bobby Tuttle
Go to www.payingintention.com to see the latest episode of my new Podcast, Paying Intention
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