Birdwatching

Tragedy minus glory equals just another story
Like the prisoners that stayed behind in Plato's allegory
Or the poor forgotten second-last passenger pigeon
Anyone can fail but truly losing takes ambition

I'm suspicious of ambitious folks
But I'll race you to the bottom
Where the clocks don't tick or tock
And you can smoke 'em if you got 'em
Carpe-ing every diem's no achievement
It's exhausting
If you need me I'll be sitting on this island, birdwatching

I've read the The Seven Habits of Highly Ineffective People
I know I'm probably the liver
Not Prometheus or the eagle
But I'd rather be a giver than a taker or a faker
Everybody's just another paycheque to the undertaker

I have an allergy to strategy and inspirational quotations
My reaction's anaphylactic to vocations or to nations
I'm digging moats and burning flags and bridges just as a precaution
If you need me I'll be sitting on this island, birdwatching

There's a flower in the compost
And a beach below the pavement
We'll outlive the rich and famous
If we remain aimless and patient
We're neither rising like a phoenix
Nor are we dying like the dodos
So let's leave the endless questing
To the Sams and and to the Frodos

Anthems are anathema
Enough with rousing choruses
And achieving is as torturous
As tickling slow lorises
The search for more and better
Gives us worse and fewer options
So let's quit while we're behind
And do some birdwatching

Entrepreneurship is capsizing
And it will surely sink
Jump and swim to Garbage Island
And just sit and have a drink
While everybody else is busy polishing their coffins
We'll be mixing cosmopolitans, and birdwatching