Pep Talk

Stop playing this sick game of house

You sit and wait and waste away like a treasure buried with its map

You are a too old child, sitting in a playroom crying for band-aids 

while you fossilize your spine, forgetting there was such a thing as outside

You lick the wrapper of your lollipop because you like the colors

All attention on your microwaved hot dog, forgetting about the sun

when you could be tasting the stars

The fires you used to build, eating dusted marshmallows off the stick

you found on the ground.

You're using pixel hands with a gigabyte brain, seeing things through your taped over lenses

Remember the dirt up to your knees, splintered elbows, sweat down your back, and bloodied lips

Build yourself higher than your Lego castles because like those stories told you...

Converse with the mountains until you can mind your own words of wisdom 

Praise the sky and sing of how grand it is

Raise a heart-wrenching roar against the world's captors

Pursue the edge until the ground breaks beneath you

and trembles at what you have found

and who you have become.