He was the Wolf
Secure, In running
With the pack
He was the Mule
Pulling labors plow
On his back
He was the Army ant
Protecting the Queens nest
From attack
He was all those things
But, not now.
Now?
He is the snail
Sliding on Society's
Razor's edge
He is the Crow
Balanced
On life's live wire
He is the Moth
Attracted to
The burning candle
Mesmerized by the light
While being drawn into
The Fire.
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Moses Lee