What do I give?

The skidding shoes across the moist hot pavement toward the train
almost as fast as roller skates
Life itself would get bored to death if we chose not to compete
so we race everywhere and in everyway

Commuting is a sports game
Leaflet distributors line the main streets
Beggers and mobile street vendors come at you as if insane
Nobody on the same train as you wants to meet you

And on the way home the world wants action
The teams of busy bodies are out there to recruit you
Away from their air guitarists and across their fields of games
Into the forests and gardens where desires were stolen

Across roots of abundance that stop you to see what you offer the world
The branches push you down
away from there get lost in the gardens where anything is possible
Under majestic trees that grow close to the cloud

Alone you must ask yourself "what do I give the world?"