I'm Good

A Poem by Ryan

Complacentcy has become the death of many people, this speaks truth into that terrible disease.

You only live once, but if you live right once is all you need. Cultivate your life and get rid of those nasty habits so you can plant the seed. Soon with proper care, from your branches fruit you will bare and I’m telling you it’s not weed. If you proceed not to intercede in the abolition of dried up roots, your tree will be impoisoned with a stampede of laziness, abundantly. Soon you’ll get a little tired. Not wanting to grow. Refusing to show that you know how to even go! Pretending to ignore that homeless guy you’ve seen a thousand times neglecting to think once about what good you could do. Instead you make excuses in your comfort leather dodge ram, sayin, “Oh he’s just tryin to scam so I’m good.” Are you good? Cause the only real scam that’s going on is the one in your head, that tells you to put your foot on the gas when the light ain’t red. Your church is in need but instead of that happy giver you’re gonna tithe two percent cause you’ve gotta crappy liver. But the alcohol doesn't help, neither does the eight psychiatrists you see on the daily. They might if you went. But you’d rather watch desperate housewive re-runs for the sixth time today. How desperate can ya get when lookin at the blank list of to-do’s that you ain’t even done yet. Higher and higher does that mountain of unfinished projects grow. No, not even. For it to grow that would require for you to do work. The overwhelming heap of problems lay scattered amongst the floor and are stuck to the sluggish and moapy excuses. Now your roots are deep. Down and down they go. Clinging to every inch of dirt and slowly gaining strength. Though the tree, it’s dead. It’s been dead. Standing tall but falling hard. Diseased with such a poison few have recovered. Contemptment. Unwilling to sway in the wind. Grow taller or even greener. Satisfactory in the false fact of perfection. Strong roots but are worthless. Prideful hostility. Sanctioned in nothing. Tied down rooted up in dry mud. Grey thorns replace the once energetic color radiant leaves. Swallowing hope and throwing away the drive. Take a step back, look at this tree. Is it free? Or just chained by nothing. If it were free wouldn't it be benefiting the surrounding environment? Being the crux for the hopeless the helpless? Not dying with everything cause it seems the right and easy thing to do. If you ask me that ain’t free! Yet you say, “I'm good.” Now look at the tree, now at you, now back at the tree. Ask yourself, is that me? Well it very well could be. There’s many other dying trees out there that are just waiting. Saying, “Oh I’ll do it tomorrow.” Reality? That’s the lie you tell all projects that go to die. What a sad industry. You believe the lie that, no more, is good enough, that where you are is the best you’ll ever be. The result can be devastating...can be. The more you believe that lie, the more true it becomes. Maybe you will never be better at life. You marry the future wife and aim your bar low and she’s the same. Your divorce consists of her breaking up with you over a text game. But you don’t care cause you livin for false fame, sittin around being lame, cursing God's name, and taking His grace in vain. So when does it end? This destructive cycle? When do you make amends? To say I’m through being pretend! When you’re at cold hard, rock bottomer that bottom. Chasing away from your dreams cause you ain’t even got em. You sittin on the couch reading your Facebook feed instead of poking at the societal means of what keeps the gospel on a leash. Scrolling on the newest iPhone sharing, liking, and commenting on the kid who just took a bath, instead of sharing God’s wrath with all who pass. Well here’s what’s on my mind and you can re-tweet this or whatever it is you think fits. There’s a new iPhone and it’s called the iWord. More like HisWord! Favorite that and the social media down slope will be cured. Share that not on your your page from your couch, but in your life and you going to iHome, which is Heaven, not lookin like a slouch. Or atleast thats what iHeard. But hey, thats cool if that’s your thing, I just don't think you should be worshiping your iPhone, reading God’s word from the same thing you feed your eyes porn from. So you could wait. Just rot there and not strive to better your foundation refusing to exceed expectations sayin I’m good. I mean, you’re great right now. But what about when this naive adolescents wears off? Grown “adult” if thats even the right term right now, sittin on the sofa, fat as a cow struggling to be a good parent to busy tryin to pay-rent cause you dropped out of college so you ain’t even got the know how. Sounds like the american dream. You may have it all, but even if you do, which you don't, you won’t cause eventually you're all becomes old. It starts to fade and all you had begins to mold. You need an update a new download. But you don't need to redeem some profound code, you just need to travel the salvation bound road. Gardening takes patience and a great deal of maintenance. Especially to a huge tree called your life which is famous. Famous to the gardener who care takes and dares to wait for you, to make sure you don't become a wanderer. So with water you will squander to grow fonder of what the outside of your box holds over yonder. You will bear fruits. Not just lookin at the same old same old barely surviving off your dead roots. Conspire to inspire to grow higher with all that transpires before you expire.