Empty Track

John Lennon said life happens when you’re busy making other plans…
Many a day spent dreamin’
When always things were happenin’
that didn’t match the inside of your mind.
Felt like being on a foot-pedal before the race begins,
but the race will never happen,
so you step off the foot pedal,
take a few idiot stretches,
look around the empty track.
You haven’t come far,
in fact you haven’t moved an inch,
but the thing is,
you are here on this track,
existin’,
like the rubbery asphalt stuff under your shoes,
and the beaky intruders in the sky,
and the perpetually mown grass in the middle.
It’s an image, not a movie,
Your plans can spill away
like a languid puddle of honey,
It creeps its sticky path along the border of the track,

And you look back…

And say;
Hakuna Matata