Wildflower

Wildflower 6/20/2014

 

Put horns on my head

Like a king
Or a cuckhold

And lead me around

On my way to the feast.

Dumb as ever

And about to be slaughtered

All for nothing

But blood and mead. 

This is life

And all that comes with it

Nothing but a damaged  limb

That we cannot grow back. 

Anyone can be a fool

And everyone makes mistakes

But it’s what we do next

That makes all the difference. 

If a man cannot keep

What he has earned

Then so much the less

Will a thief keep

What he has stolen.    

No, they will not

Keep their treasure

For to them

It is a razor in the throat

And poison in the veins

Do we just float along

Resting on good intentions

Or do we follow it through

And get rid of the wrong.  

We can live our lives

And always follow orders

And we will reap, what we deserve

Nothing but a dog dish

And a golden leash.

Or we can reach out

Boldly into the nothingness

Unafraid like a meteor

Streaking across the sky. 

We can sit still

And let the ants eat

Or we can

Fight the impossible odds

Win or lose

Truly alive. 

Those who live

Will also die

Every day a little more

Until we are done.

But only a few ever experience

The peace that passes all understanding

Even in hardship

And unending persecution. 

Some are singled out

And some will always

Suffer more

So what are we to do

But enjoy what we can

Whatever it may be.

Make the leap

And look backwards

Across the gulf

Happy and free

What is owed

Will be paid

And what was lost

Will be returned

Perfect, pure

And better than ever.