Hubris and shame will be my legacy
I stomp curiosity (It kills cats) like a mighty T-rex
I raise my head and scream
“Bow down you mutts”
Fear, loathing and drudgery shall be your lot
Stealing star tingles
We steal moonlight and star tingles
The faint beat of a drum unique to each child
As we fumble along trying to mould them like clay
To fill our own empty cups:
Cracked and broken in places, paint so vibrant once – peeling off.
Let them chase sea stars, peer at bugs, stomp on mud and chomp on leaves
Let them wander the lands and waters, seeking their own true path