Life
File a knife to make it sharp.
Mow a lawn to make it fine.
Prune a tree to make it grow.
Discipline a child to help them learn.
Make a choice.
Plunge the sword of your fathers beneath the dragon's scales.
The sword stays fast, now run while the dragons wails.
Choose life, fight, hide, run when you can.
For the dragon will not hesitate to gobble you up and move on.
Some say listen to your heart, it will not mislead you.
Others demand time to think every movement through.
Those who have faith know it is best not to ask questions.
Those who have science know there are only questions.
No one has truth.
So few wake the dragon, thrust their sword, then step, smiling to their
fate.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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Wow, quite a change from poetry from a year ago. Which was more on the following lines:
Sitting in a bathtub
Warm water up to my waist
I drop the toaster in
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