Stick It out in the Kith

Why are you all so damned
Restless? No, we don’t mean
The young. The young should act

Restless. They’ve only got
One youth to position
Themselves, to get lucky,

With luck, get a little
Fun. We mean everyone
Stuck in a rut, craving

Escape, knocking about
In the limited way
Earth’s gravity allows.

Where do you possibly
Think you could be going?
If it’s either you shift

Quick or die, that’s one thing,
But just rolling around
Like stones loose in a boot?

If you get the rare chance
To spend an afternoon
At home alone in sun,

Take it, fool. Life doesn’t
Offer anything much
More rewarding than peace.