Earthies

Few follow the sailor simple way
Most become earthies.

Too laden with clutter to climb aboard
Earthies spend their days adrift on stagnant shores
Ground senseless between the job and the shop
While their life drifts away

Earthies roam the malls like dazed cattle in an endless corral
Ever searching for a toy or a thrill
To dull their sense of a stunted life

Earthies toil to shop
Sailors work to live
Earthies busy their minds with trivial pursuits
The sailor’s game is Essential Pursuit

The uncluttered life

The sailor loves the uncluttered sea
Where a cloud is a cloud and a wave is a wave
And nothing bears a brand

The world ashore is swamped in slogans
Bursting in devices that permeate the mind
The sailor will not be reaped by this wily circus
He will not be festooned with logos
He is nobody’s billboard

Precious mind

A sailor’s mind is precious
He has a journey to plan,
A cargo to bear, a port to reach

He must thread his path through the fog of life
Lest he loose his way
In a maze of trinkets and dulling thrills

So, to keep a mind clear for the great passage
He culls the creeping clutter that snares him