Tumbleweeds are free
Gregory “Doc” Lowrey
I must see that going nowhere
is going to be something which
I can’t agree to – life living, not living,
not down, up giving away.
Why is it not, which is?
Where life dies the pitch is
Give it up. Flip the whip.
Give in to the gardener,
the bandy legged pea puncher,
pruning your vines, cutting
you back to the stump,
taking a chance – your chance.
Why can’t I be rootless
not just in my mind
like now, you know…
tumbleweeds are free.
Everyone wants to twist me
in a shape that makes them
feel good, but – it’s them
not me, it’s not me, it’s them.
Them has got it…
got the whole damn world
and tho’ I don’t even want it,
I mean don’t even want…
it’s still root hog, or die
root-a, root-a, root-a……...rootabega.
Whole Life Ministries www.docloco.com
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