Food for Creatures

Those Who Seek Shall Find (2012)
 
That's not the sun 
that blinds the corner of your eye,
that's worry.
As the strong make the driving force,
the timid miss their chance,
lay under the stampede.
But wait! 
If only your steps were solid,
there'd be very little chance of falling.
 
Why go along, if against you've tried?
But there's room in the wild
for the bold and the mild.
Confidence,
too little can kill you, 
too much can jynx you.
A pompous head can splice good intention.
So why must you look around
and shutter out the sound?
Your soul is calling!
 
I don't want it, so take it!
When the spark is launched,
you better run away.
Zipper the train tracks,
suitcase my city.
How do you like your coffee?
Catastrophic, please!
Creatures lined my door before I was born,
keeping close guard of my food for thought.
 
 
But wait! 
If only your steps were solid,
there'd be very little chance of falling.
 
So why must you look around
and shutter out the sound?
Your soul is calling!
 
© 2012 MOXA