Take the bull by the horns, my grandfather told me,
however I never met him, he died before
even my own father could make friends with his dad
light travels from distant stars to shimmer along
oblique angles until the sparkle makes me blink
night blind like my mother behind the steering wheel
guiding her white Lincoln Continental on dark
late summer, early fall streets, around a dark bend
obstructed by concrete, an unlit street lamp steps
veritably in front of her automobile
everything happened so fast, we're so damn lucky
that gravity and force worked to keep us alive
how fate plays cards with death in the late 70s
after soccer practice with her two little boys
thankful her white charger pushed the pole aside
if I knew then what now I believe in my heart
nothing but the spirit spared us from the concrete
maybe I know nothing about physics proper
yet, what I see in life, looking back in hindsight
takes me years to process, but I survived childhood
hungry to learn a skill others would find useful
only I over thought everything from the start
under the influence, I read philosophy
given my bent to think about the world at hand
homeless and going mad, I gained a perspective
to the given context after I turned forty
discipline came to me once I began to run
on the cold winter streets of Chicago at night
thinking comes easily while in deep solitude
honey inside a jar, sticky and sweet as mind
humans believe money is more important than
a deep understanding of this world and this life
real wisdom accepts with gratitude the spirit
brilliant as the shimmer of light from distant stars
on the trail, I see boats in the local harbor
ready to sail across the lake to distant lands
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