Managing Sandcastles
Who are the Joneses anyway? Some imaginary family to keep up with? Some unattainable standard of living conjured from the media? Whoever they are, they seem to control this breakneck pace of acquiring and doing; a speed breeding unneeded inefficiency. If we were told what being a parent would entail, the species would have long-since gone extinct. All the rules we had to follow are lost in the fog. No one prepared us because they couldn’t. Who knew how geometrically things would change and keep changing?
Forget what you knew as you grew.
It’s Square One every day.
No foothold of knowledge here.
Tide’s washed all landmarks away.
Pioneering on multiple levels,
just like Star Trek chess.
No map, no nap, no slap.
No points on this compass.
Don’t you pout.
You better watch out
from above, below, and beyond.
It’s baptism by friendly fire,
pushed in to this flaming pond.
Busyness to dizziness,
technology helps and hassles.
How to cope,
dangling on a rope,
managing sandcastles?