Making Your Mark
Do we all dream of it?
Or is it just me?
Something you are “known” for.
Something fantastic you did or something terrible—famous or infamous.
It's that something that makes the difference.
Making your mark.
In the world, in this life, pitted against a one in a billion odds of
standing out from the others.
Seems to me I'm on that treadmill.
The speed keeps increasing—as I slow down!
Others around me are still keeping up.
I wonder how long I'll last before I can't do it anymore.
I think of that day and wonder just how far away.
Time will tell with my energy at a premium.
Can't waste even a little—'cause there's not much to go around these days.
Rationing is the key. Pacing the method. Minimalism the mantra.
Just and only what needs to be done.
Back in younger days running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
Spurting the juice every which way.
Then I could recoup and regroup and get up the next day to go again.
But now instead of the get-up, I might be laid up.
Your body in no uncertain terms—tells you what you can and cannot do.
Things you'd like to get done are going to have to wait.
Things that really need to be accomplished will be at your own risk.
Of course the other way to look at this is the real slave driver: the EGO.
The culprit who keeps cracking its cat o' nine tails as I submit to its insatiable needs.
As I keep trying to make my mark.
Total anonymity seems a horrible death sentence for the future.
You want to be remembered for something truly great.
Or prove you are the biggest fool of all?
But when you're on the other side of the hill going down, down, down—time
constantly reminds you of its expenditure.
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You know the rules and are expected to play by them.
So watch those scary warning labels and check the ingredients carefully.
'Cause the ball's still in your court.
