Sometimes we just get tired
Of trudging down our rut.
We want to jump right out
And take a shortcut.
But we've become so comfortable
With all the things we know
That changing what we're doing
Causes winds of fear to blow.
And so we keep on trudging
Down this ditch without an end
Just heading for the light we see
Way up around the bend.
We must be making progress
For the light is growing large.
In fact it's coming faster
So we think it's time to charge!
But then we start to stumble
'Cause the way seems mighty rough.
Now we're crawling on our hands and knees,
The going is so tough.
You think it can't get any worse
And then it starts to rain.
So, you focus on the blazing light
And realize, it's a train...
3 comments:
A Wodehouse fan! Can't be all bad.
Best regards,
D. Ox
I'm having one of those years.
ah but sometimes the light is the blazing Sun reminding us that all is good!..woohhoo!
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