Running Breathless
Nathan Daum

Running breathless in a stuperous daze
Through a dense concrete jungle in a thick surly haze
Life is a race and more work is the prize
He who dies with the most toys, still dies
You sacrifice life for corporate advancement
You reach and you strive for a sense of detachment
You feel obligated to bleed out your life
As you run down the blade of society’s knife
Life is for living! Can you not see
The beauty inherent? And all of it’s free
A bird wants no coin to sing it’s sweet song
Though the melodies heard may make your heart strong
There is no charge to gaze from high hill
As you watch the sun fall and the world lies a-still
Why care you for money when the Earth charges naught
To provide you what’s needed, yet you’ve never sought?
Look up at the sky and wonder aloud
A the beauty and grave of a soft snow-white cloud
As the sparkling night is stretching above
The heavens hold us in the palm of a glove
Why pay you for cities of gray automation
When nature would give you such boundless elation?
Why seek you the littered metropolitan road
When a forest deer’s trail will lighten your load?
Expanding horizons beyond human sight
Your spirit may soar if you follow the light
Can you hear the Earth calling? She’s calling your name
Will you hearken her cry or continue your game?