One deep dark night
you feel like a driven kitten,
roaming in the dark woods,
seeking –
what?
A secret cave
on the side of a hill
in a mossy hidden grove,
where ferns and mushrooms thrive?
Its a tuff ro-da-ho, yo.
All crabby and rampant,
thrashing thru underbrush,
tortured by stinging bugs.
In time of maximal risk,
just keep breathing,
Heave Ho,
Heave Ho!
and know what is in you,
alive.
The center lines up
and the circuit is made
and the current flows
and you go and you do
!
goando
godo
curr
curr