I.
When I was still a calf, I was vibrant
I demanded of myself
Now I demand of my rancher
But less so
And as the grass
losses flavor and color
As my knees grow stiff
from my lack of play
I too change with the passing of time
From being- to less than
or just so
II.
My regrets are few
and crushing
All involving time
Where freedom once lied
Who’s caress
Now squeezes me
III.
And now I will be marched to my final destination
Am I vessel for
the far away outer gods
lost in the midst of
the details of a plot
I am but a serveant character in?
Well what of the visions I see?
My triumphs and conquest
My failures and regrets
the stiches and scars across My body and heart?
The festering wounds
I plan on succoming to
out of duty and obligation to plot
Frogs are so stupid I thought to myself,
As I lay flat on my bare belly on the cool laminate floor.
I bend my arms and knees to increase my surface area,
and I begin to finally find PLEASURE in achieving homeostasis
Satisfied in my superiority, I doze off
If there are forces
That always win
Then what are we fighting for
What will happen to us?
I love you.
And so I am afriad
of what comes next
and of why.
If I could leave this world
behind with peace
then maybe I could
too be brave
