So he caught the master of the swamp That he may pay the debt of the past Most children avoid the chain chomp While his spirit has a hollow laugh
So that he may find his northern star A gentle heart against a diatribe As where he may go? Nothing's to far. Not the end if the sea or the sky
For fellowship or friendship are truth That may be expressed subjectively Rock, paper, scissors, fair or confused As ripples that reflect as they flee
It's our nature to pursue the profound Seek and we'll find, pursue or be found
A random reminder that is out of context.
“Love and peace, it is that simple and it is that complex.” – Drew