I ride the rails
with the snails.
I raise the stakes
with the rest of the fakes.
And I bail when I lose sight of the horizon,
and I bail on clear days when the horizon shows its face.
But every night I see the stars come out and dream.
It’s such a free thing.
And on cloudy nights, imagine lights,
but find that just the dark is pleasing.
I move my tent
and pay no rent.
I raise my stakes
when the day wakes.
I waste no time,
no salt, no lime,
and spend no dime
on sweet pancakes.
But every night I feast my eyes
on the many stars revolving in the skies.
Actually they stay in one place.
What a difference education makes.
And I wonder why we have to keep on moving every day,
but less and less. I can see it’s not a race.
This whole thing’s just to remind me
the value of keeping pace.
keeping pace, keeping pace.
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