What’s Best?

As soon as I reach the best age

I will break out of my cage

I’ll tear down the door, throw it to the floor

And spend the last of my rage

 

What then might I have to say?

When free to speak as I may

What wrongs would I right, which battles to fight?

How can I know the best way?

 

For freedom brings many choices

Amidst conflicting voices

Only one path is true, the best thing to do

Bring peace so the world rejoices

The March of Time

Today’s date is made of numbers

Though not traced to a true Day 1

Did time begin with the first Big Bang?

Or the lighting of our sun?

 

Did our own clocks start with a birthday?

Or nine months before in the womb?

While Earth spins and marks days passing

Tick-tock, toward the tomb

 

Every second left us is precious

Wanting neither good nor ill

A fragment of a lifetime

To be bent to serve one’s will