Worrying is
for people with something to lose
and if you were to ask me
what it is that I have now
that I would miss later
the answer
would be nothing
so don't call me liberated,
or somehow in touch,
because the fact is
I have nothing to hide,
because I have
nothing to show
in reserve.
My kingdom is still
an anthill in your schemes
of what is and should be,
the difference being
if I am on top of that
hand full or two of sand
I am happier than
others will ever be
with 32 ounce fountains of youth
and milk and honey landed.
