Location,
location.
So many of us
judging a book by the cover.
Locate the chapter.
Locate the verse.
Locate the vision
seen through my eyes.
On the inside,
you want to instigate a riot.
On the outside,
you follow their regulations.
And keep quiet.
No success without discipline.
So you do well the work
that you put in there.
Things to be made,
justified by the means.
You're not one taking these scenes.
The future holds so many gifts in store.
For those of us who recognize it,
this is an open door.
All
roads that lead to this must be remembered.
Of a nine to five and a five to nine.
Safe
from the everyday terrors.
Look where you are.
Stand still for a moment.
Stand still for a moment.
Stand steady.
Location is not a question of real estate.
Location is the real estate.
Real estate of existence.
No need to justify any hardwired persistence.
Stay calm.
Stay here.
So many of us flying,
flying so high.
Visions of the X that marks us.
We're losing sight of runways,
crashing the burn terminal,
flashing back the black Sundays.
We feel the static that we can't remove.
We pay our dues with receipts to prove
that we are worthy.
Point A to point B.
Deep within the cover of the books.
Far removed from shifting looks.
You will find
the spot that you need.
You will find food for thought.
Because you care.
Because you're there.
And you're already there.
Already there.
And you're already there.
And you're already there.