I am on a mesa
it is a plateau above the ground.
Living at sea level
and diving deep is beautiful
living vicariously in the crashing waves
sure sounds swell,
but when things and people aren’t in place
there is a chance
you may get caught up in the undertow
riptides and things that live below,
you may plant your feet a little deeper
but you can still lose your sense of place
and the waves can come unexpectedly,
but that is what I expect from me,
and this is what becomes of me,
eventually I get tired of the climb when the climb keeps getting steeper.
It is beautiful
yet you can get swallowed by the storm
and sometimes you feel like you just might drown.
I could be in the mountains
and feel that I could touch the sky
but I think we all know happens
when you choose to fly too close to the Gods
it’s hard not to try to beat the odds,
your wings can melt,
feel things that need not be felt,
and that sense of elation can crash
and the feeling of glory can fall by
only because you tried to touch the sky.
I am on a mesa
it is my middle ground
all I have to do
is be myself
and explore my dreams and options
all I have to do is try
because I see them all
I feel them all
I am them all
and there is no way of falling down.
It’s hard to explain,
but when you feel that when your life is sink or swim
you hit a point where you really don’t want to think
or you don’t really want to drown
or feel you don’t fit in.
Sometimes all I want to do is relax,
roll in fields of golden flax.
I’ve moved to a higher ground
somewhere in the middle
beneath some things, not never quite above it all.
Life has it’s up and it’s downs
and if you try to live one way
more than the other
it’s hard to find your equilibrium.