We will eventually feel the fall breeze
Meandering over the rice fields.
It’s the addition we need to this ease
Of living off of what this farm yields.
The men will gather the vegetables
That we will use for our dinner table.
It is in that moment when our troubles
Turn into nothing more than a fable.
We will know then that the day’s long labor
Has been worth all of our time and effort.
We’ll be surrounded by those we adore
When we give to each other our support.
This is the power of the night’s meal
When a family can become real.
My goal for today is not to have one.
It is important this is accomplished,
And that absolutely nothing gets done,
For it’s a dream devoutly to be wished.
It is harder to do than what you think
Because there’s always something demanding
To be saved from going over the brink,
Keeping my community from dying.
From society’s web I’ll disconnect
To keep them from grabbing my attention,
For if I answer, my goals will be wrecked.
I’ll never gain any relaxation.
I know this may be hard for you to see,
But today is dedicated to me.
The puddles have overcrowded the roads,
Singing symphonies of collected rain.
I watch the sky as my grey cloud explodes,
Washing away the city’s dirty pain.
I find that now the streets belong to me,
Sharing it with the random umbrella.
They hide the faces that I wish to see,
Protecting each individual’s flaw.
We can find safety in this day’s deluge
Of living up to the fashion’s standards.
The precipitation turns into rouge
Which from society’s sharp teeth, it guards.
The freedom I find here is most pleasing
By myself in Bangkok’s rainy season.
Rats are ruling over our government,
Claiming that they do it for this nation.
Preachers tell me that I need to repent,
Sticking out their hands for a donation.
Law man patrols in a bullet proof vest,
Keeping order through the use of his gun.
The honest man cannot get any rest
Because of the lawyer’s exploitation.
Business man lives in his tower of greed,
Looking down at mankind’s desperation.
Injured sit outside hospitals in need,
Being denied saving medication.
I look forward in anticipation
To leave behind all of this corruption.
Did you know that we don’t need life so loud?
We can take a reprieve from all the mess
By getting away from the fighting crowd
And unwinding from society’s stress.
There is a porch that overlooks a hill
Behind which the sun will ev’ry night sink,
And you can feel the icy glass’s chill
As our relaxing cheers ring out a clink.
We don’t need to run in the rat race
If we don’t feel up to the competition.
In reality, there’s nothing to chase
Except the joy of our expectations.
For you, I have built this little retreat
Where we will find a life that’s more complete.
The waves collect the full moon’s reflection,
Banishing the darkness from the night’s sky.
I observe the ocean’s undulation
From where only birds were allowed to fly.
A man-mad glow comes from the horizon,
Guiding the way to my destination.
The on-coming land swallows the ocean,
Destroying nature’s own exhibition.
The bustle of the city lives on there,
A busy place I am destined to join,
But for now I will focus on the here
Instead of the collecting of more coin.
The moment was tailored made just for me,
The shining moon hanging over the sea.
Our voyage is quite the amazing flight,
Taking us over vast mountains and seas,
So you want to make sure you travel light
In order to avoid the weary fees.
It is not always about the comfort
As you make your way in these foreign lands.
It should be more of what you can report
Instead of what you brought back with your hands.
It’s another piece for your collection
That weighs on your soul as you move forward.
The clutter will become a distraction,
Keeping you from how far you could have soared.
It is things that keep you tied to the ground;
Freedom comes from not having it around.