Busy Being Busy

Is busy being busy,
When that busy beaver...
Chooses to chew through,
Structures built upon...
Solid steel and cement.
Just to undo the appearance.
And not outdated contents.
Repeatedly used,
As evidence of a strength...
Kept within these structures.

Is busy being busy,
When all priorities are focused..
Upon aging images preferred to keep.
Of symbols memorialized,
On exhibit.
And around them a hired custodian,
Is paid an hourly wage...
To dust, mop, wax and sweep.
Into a nostalgic untouched glow.
That satisfies those who visit...
With wishes to want to re-enact a past,
So long gone.
But the fact of that to no one matters!
As long as the show,
Goes on and on to remain dependable.
Sustained and maintained,
In a forever deludedness!
Free of fingerprints from human touches.
Like one's LIVING ROOM.
Where the furniture is covered in plastic.
Shown and known where no human sits.

Is busy being busy more,
Busy than a busy should be.
When these days to live,
With the future within sight...
Everyone seems to crave the appetite,
For more of those yesterdays.
To celebrate as if wanting to escape,
Away from what tomorrow brings.
Anticipating tomorrow repeats...
A doing done to do over again.

Is that what busy means,
To many being busy...
Doing familiar routines?
And...
If anyone should mention or bring,
Something so new yet not found...
Worthy of microscoped scrutiny.
In need of thoughtful busy bodies.
Hungering as if starving,
For fresh and new ways to be busy.
Would those thoughtful be about,
Tomorrow to know the past...
Can not just be plastered over.
Painted.
And...
Surrounded to impress,
With expensive Bermuda grass!
Or...
Will they be enticed and attracted,
To other scenarios?
Promising this and that,
Along with increased wages.
To pay for the skyrocketing rise,
In the cost of living basically!