Escape the damp, drizzly November in your soul ,
The whaling ships have all passed on,
We no longer face our Leviathan,(1)
To manifold prisons, we hold.
Hiding from our deepest thoughts,
Avoiding dreams deemed lost,
The orphan stands with empty bowl,
Having tasted what he longed for,
“Please, sir, may I have some more?”(2)
Rejection shows the dreamer a fool,
Lock away your imagination,
Look, bread and circus, cheap entertainment,(3)
The clock’s wheel slowly rolls.
Drawn into our steady rhythms,
Security stagnating ambition,
Fear and safety control,
Abandon comfort, face the tyrants,
Lest the cock’s crow, break the silence.(4)
Awake, live, breathe, be bold,
Climb into the duct-taped helicopter,
Jump into the frigid Arctic waters.(5)
Escape the damp, drizzly November in your soul

(1)”Moby Dick,”
(2)”Oliver Twist,”
(3)”Juvenal,”
(4)”The Gospels,”
(5)”The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.”