People want me weak

controllable

unable

to take a stand.

People want the easy way out

We can’t all be soldiers

on a hill.

I get tired

standing still.

I prefer to hide

like a cowering creature

in my natural

habitat.

People, like to see me go under

they don’t want me

to evolve.

They stare into my eyes

seeing

nothing

or

fire

tucked behind

my raw-hide bones.

We all

have to lay-down

one day.

I prefer to do it

as often as possible.

Standing

with the living

is too much work.

What does it accomplish?

War

and Peace

and

those forgotten bones…