Flow

By A Poem Guy

A fish through water,

Doth thou not feel contempt?

For the bear and bird above you,

Those who eat thy brothers.

The bear clawing trees,

Doth thou not feel contempt?

For thee bird above,

So free, not constrained to the ground.

To a bird in the air,

Doth thou not feel content?

To have so much, yet crave more,

You fly above, walk the surface, and attack the earth.

You have it all,

Others feel pain, you fly above that,

Yet you are below them,

For thou art more child than man.

Complain about never swimming,

When thee can fly,

Complain about winds,

When a bear’s forests are burned.

Merely a draft in your way.

So high and mighty,

When you are so petty,

The bird shall come down,

Meet the others on the ground.

Roost in trees, the land of the squirrels,

What more doth thou need?

Thou never goes with the flow.

Ambition full of pride,

Desire with no drive.