Talking

All talk and no action,
I can’t get no satisfaction.
I clocked you,
Our eyes synchronized.
I’ve stamped my time card so many times,
But I’m not getting paid overtime.
You’re logged in my memory
Even when you’re far from me,
But now it’s time to clear the cachés.
Your image, no longer engraved
In my mind disintegrates into the space between.
Hope, diffused by your fading smile,
Escapes my soul with every mile that
Separates our heart-to-hearts,
For talk is cheap and will continue to be
So long as research develops technology.
But walking those 500 miles
To cross into reality,
And walking 500 more to see all we could be,
Those 1000 miles will get you points—
If you tie up your shoes, I’ll tie mine too,
And when you leave, walk back with you.