But then wisdom
Taught me to fear my hope
So i threw hope and fear
Into the ocean
And became wise
Wisdom balanced the books
There was no up or down,
Win or lose
Hope or fear
Just order
Little pink houses
Where well fed wise men
Congratulate each other
For their good manners
I'm no longer wise
Well fed, good mannered.
I hope to be a bird
Leaping a nest on untried feathers
A new born sea turtle
Scrambling sand to sea
Into an ocean of dangers
I fear the alternative
