Time to do
that all encompassing thing.
Shake off that narrow
and myopic mind
and take in the big picture.
Time to put aside
the has-beens,
the never-was
and the gonna-bes,
because this is a time
for rough men.
This is a time
for brushed browns
and muted greens.
This is a time
for hard wood
and cold steel.
This is a time
for making your bed,
cleaning your room
and setting your house in order,
because when you come back;
if you come back,
you’re going to want to come home
to a little order.
A small thing in a turbulent world,
but epically important.
You can tell
by the harrowed look
in the eyes of the day-to-day folk,
that their lives have no order
and they are slaves to the chaos.
They figured they were okay,
“Just winging it.”,
but life,
with all its battles,
and all its treachery,
and all its pitfalls;
is something you should most definitely
not wing.
Time to go;
back into the savage lands,
back into the wild places,
the places where your money
and your status
and your self esteem,
don’t matter to the world.
The only worth you have
is what you make.
What you own.
Human beings carved mountains
to reflect the things they held dear,
shed blood
on every exposed piece of rock
and sand, and soil,
that this planet had to offer.
Who we are and what we are,
are the progenesis of Will..
Will that discovered fire,
beat back the darkness
and ate all of the mammoths.
All of them.
Remember that;
when your Will fails you
and you find yourself
haggling with your own wretchedness
for one more hit of the snooze button.
When you’re throwing a rage fit
in the same traffic you were in yesterday.
When your relationships fail,
because you spent no time on them,
gave nothing to them,
sucked up, faked it, lied, cheated,
pretended and squandered time.
Now it’s over.
We ate all the fucking mammoths.
Now it’s time
to make good
on an old promise
that our ancestors made.
That we are worth
a million years of evolution.
The time has come
to return
to our roots.
HG – 2018
