Pretty Machine

To get caught up in the moment

Worrying about all that you lack

Is a cowardly disposition

In the face of all you have

You can build a future

Stop sitting on your plans

Spokes hold wheels together

Not make the thing go fast

Nor make the thing go forward

Rev it up or make it crash

Maybe the world’s no longer ready

For what’s been built to last

Until they appreciate its beauty

It really can’t exist

And ride the trail of giants

Roaring proud and clinching fists

You keep it parked in the garage

Looking oh so hard and pretty

Waiting for the time to pass

And the keys unto the city

JSJ