I FOUND A LION DEEPLY BREATHING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!

Head stooped, stupidly sniffling,

High on fumes of self-pity,

The young shed youth

Turning even wind sickly.


He waits, wading wasted waters,

Chasing plains long forgotten.

Death, a dream slow,

Birthing the righteous sovereign.


Nor must he choose — safe to say –

Sworn silence or sword violence,

Forgive he may

To find in dealt deck middle way.


Unbuttoned beliefs hung up,

The straight path stays tasked at times,

Sun still comes up.

Respectful, same demanding.


The evergreen cycle sways.

Sickening slack turned backwind

Strong in balance,

Gambles not mane in games played.