The Rip Post                                                                                              

Do you feel
You have some sort
Of entitlement,
Some sort of

Youíve been wondering
Why it is you exist
in this earthly realm,
You used to remark you
Didnít ask to be here.

You feign ignorance
About your calling
Except in dreams,
Wherein itís laid out
For you bright and clear,
Until you wake up
To the forgetfulness
Of the everyday world.

Time passes, but you cling to it.
This world, what will you bring to it?

Do you think you are
Some sort of prince or nabob?
Or perhaps King of the Jungle,
Peeling a banana in a baobob?

Running out of steam, running
Short of sail, whenever you begin
Itís then you fail, forgetfulness,
In your case, is a mortalís sin.
---Jack Oakes 11/10/05


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