The realm of being

Like a spring bounces
How it bounces back
Like the rocking chair
sliding backward and forward

There's a will to jump
or swing or move
There's a page in the book of being
it's written about you

Blood wins swimming curling
spinning veins conjuring it
encouraging it
yelling it into heat and energy

The air moving in and out of us
 waiting millions of years to fill our lungs
and surf our blood
I'd stand up and declare something worthy of provoking a revolution

Knees springy and hands swinging
Talk you into a bright future
like cows into a new pasture
Though the redundancy of it nurses me lazy

Beautiful farms of people who wouldn't lift a finger
All the same flavor but one that oblivion relishes
Do you want your epitaph to be written across a cemetery smart screen
zero to show for all your time in the realm of being