Poetry for the Soul

Hullabaloo

There is a place I call Hullabaloo,

where the grass is green and the sky is blue.

It seems quite ordinary right at first,

until you discover the place is cursed.

Everyone in Hullabaloo is very busy.

They work themselves into a tiresome tizzy.

There is a lot of thinking, watching and reading.

And a lot of hoping, wanting and needing.

There is a lot of wandering, moving, and driving.

And a lot of lectures about doing and striving.

But nothing ever gets done in Hullabaloo.

Nothing is created, built, or made new.

There is no taking chances or trying,

No one takes the risk of flying.

Why would anyone visit Hullabaloo?

They think it's safe, but that's not true.

There is a monster in Hullabaloo.

Many meet him and don't know what to do.

He is a monster of the most terrible kind.

He says he can see the future but he is actually blind.

He will tell you you are too dumb or too weak,

to find the joy and adventures that you seek.

He'll tell you that if you leave Hullabaloo,

chaos and tragedy are sure to ensue.

He will say that you will flounder, fail and get hurt.

That you will be laughed at, mocked, and thrown in the dirt.

But this is mistaken, false, and untrue,

because the monster is wrong about you.

You are strong, resourceful, and kind.

You have a beautiful, bright, and creative mind.

You are talented, skillful and clever,

so don't doubt yourself now, later, or ever!

Your ideas are good, great and grand,

so never be afraid to take a stand.

Don't slow down, stall or wait,

Because the future is bright and is it yours to create!

Go far, far away from Hullabaloo.

It is not the right place for the likes of you.

Go far, far away from the monster's tricks and lies,

and soar towards greatness and rise, sweet one, rise.