Update

Update

by dan ankers

Updates on all my out-of-date feelings

Making the unconventional, convenient and approachable

Twisting the data, until it makes sense

Parting the fog and piercing the dense

A little bit found

A little discarded

It seems that my fables

Were a little too guarded

It seems they were unable

To encompass the largeness

Of the world in its glory

And all of its gardens

Fleshing them out

Would require some changes

Willing them to grow

As my mind rearranges

With all of us just living

And making our way

Through the line for the bus

To our mortal decay

This change could prove fatal

Killing me at a much faster rate

But lastly I will die

Whether I advance, or I wait

So, what have I to lose

With all that I have to gain

A single chance for living

In it’s essence unexplained

I could extinguish with a flicker

Or I could rage loudly, in the dark

With the heat of a thousand suns

When my flame is quenched out