Taking off the Dust

Just living day by day, same as usual.
Nothing changes, nothing exciting.
But it's been said that there's nothing new under the sun.
Even things that are considered new
Has been seen by something or someone at some point.
Nothing is really original
Until you explore underneath the surface.

Is this life of complacency good,
or is it bad?
Walking through every day of life
Without a change in tempo.
Running away from the questions that need answers.
Falling into the traps that are so cleverly disguised...
That's all way too easy.

It's like an old attic,
With layers of dust.
A mass of junk, accumulated by generations of hoarders.
No one bothers to seek change,
Because it's just too burdensome.
But when someone steps out with the desire to change,
And all that is built up is carefully removed,
Set aside as frivolous,
A treasure is uncovered.
A treasure that will be handed down through generations,
And cherished forever.

That's what life should be like.

Trusting the Wind

Whispering tiresome groans of old age,
the leaves lose their grip,
and fall from the tops of the trees.
No one directs their path,
but they are carried by the wind
and settle wherever it brings them.
Some settle in the yard of a family with two children
who play in the pile they create.
Others tumble into an old mans yard,
he curses them and tells them not to come back.
He rakes them into piles and shuts them into bags.
Black bags, where they'll never see day again.
Their whole lives, they watch and try to choose
where they will land when the season ends.
They hope and they pray they can play with the kids,
but they learn to trust the wind
to take them to their rightful place.