Ya gotta rich inner life
Ya gotta rich inner life, right?
All yer music that you listen,
And the books ya read every night:
Symphonies inside yer kitchen.
The strength of twenty miles away
Creates a siren song that pulls
Yer thoughts on how yer mind can stray:
The things it keeps and those it culls.
Check yer rings, a tap that tells go.
So shadows of the moon through trees
Push light to sight in ways that glow,
And lift yer spirit from its knees.
A pull is stronger than a shove,
A push, a knock, or nudge that’s rude;
Failing to work on things ya love,
Prompts be damned, leads me to conclude:
The pull of all the things ya take
Destroys the push ya need to make