In today’s crazy world of                                                                    

Free-stylin’ and hanglidin’                                                                 

Living life on the edge                                                                       

Not giving a FUCK                                                                                

About the long line of people

Waiting…

Looking for their next big break,

Hungry for the chance of just

A TASTE of the nutritious

Care free lifestyle

Enviously watching others

Leap…

Down the mountain of opportunity.

While I sit at the back of the line

And I write about the beauty

Yet disgust I have for this frivolous

Task at hand. As I watch   

Cheaters…

Or “chance takers”

 As they call themselves

SPRINT to the front

Taking their leap with the lack of

Humbleness, and concern for the virtue

 Patience…

Most fall, yet others make it

With smiles as white as baking soda

Never looking back

At the long line of good people

Waiting for their chance to jump

Envious…

Of the chance taker

Wondering why not them

Wondering what it will take

For them to also grow the balls to jump

The balls it takes to be successful

“Cheaters never win” yet,

Chance takers seem to prevail

So should I sit

At the back of this line and WAIT

For something, anything,

To smack me in the face    

Or should I take that chance

And jump

Relentlessly waving my arms

Trying to fly

Eyes lustrous from the tears

That reflect on my thoughts of what if 

Praying the world shows me favor

Like the few others before me

In today’s crazy world of                                                                                    

 Free-stylin’ and hanglidin’