Fish on a Motorcycle © dianegreen
It really comes from the balance
Of serotonin and dopamine
In your brain
Plus: a lot of letting go
Forget about your mom
Throwing out your
Zap Comix collection
And your favorite Moto Guzzi
Patched jacket
Let go of the idea that you are nothing or
That you are forever cursed
because you don’t wanna be
A teacher
An engineer
A computer scientist
A stockbroker
A banker
A church goer
A grown up in a tie
Or a dress
Let go of your own mess
Of rallying calls in local bars
Repeating “Another round for all my friends”
Like you could align the planets
With your old rusty compass on paper
Let go of the idea that the only success
Is stardom
With a lawnmower
With two cars and four kids
With a house in the neighborhood that’s so nice
You wouldn’t see the gang loaded corner
Or the block abandoned houses boarded up
Yet broken into for the homeless crew
Let it all go
Then prepare to let it all shine
Every day you live
To see the sun rise
To see the moon set
To live your own dreams
To the tune you haven’t written yet
But you will
If you eat a lot of fish.