Off The Grid
The great Kristofferson said it best,
“Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose”.
Hanging on to things makes prisoners of us all.
More begets more and that way leads to chains
That tie us down with weights too heavy to bear.
“Off The Grid”: A thought delicious to contemplate,
But such contemplation was best begun
Some fifty years ago when ideals were ripe,
The back was strong and limbs were supple,
More hair upon my head to keep away the snow,
Eyesight clear and a heart not prone to mischief.
Still, it’s good to dream of what might have been,
Given the path I chose to follow and now look back
With some regret for roads not taken, risks not dared
And opportunities let slide through open fingers.
Regret makes poor company on lonely nights
And rue the path that brought me to this place.
If I could make a Daniel Webster deal, would I accept?
On one solitary binding condition.
That all my children and theirs as well
Would follow as I wander
“Off The Grid”.