Thursday, October 10, 2019

Of The Very Thing

There is something that grows
Without water or food
Or help whatsoever

Something that grows exponentially
Much taller and faster with
Each passing year

Even faster with
Title of some sort
Head of anything big or small

Like a hot air balloon
Smoke on top of fire
Rising up and up and up

This being the cause
For so many fights
And self glory

Unwilling to let go
Unable to let go
Of the very thing

That keeps them outside
The promised land