If that fad were a stock you’re buying high

Every day has an elementary element,

learning boring things that apply way later.


Try diving from a crowded dock into a tumultuous ocean.

Measure the proportion of possibilities,

swallow risk like the water you tread.

Driving upwards ambition for consideration,

watching others swing for fears.


Stability aches in resting places

and stagnation settles in like fog.

Patience pulls from both ends.

The gap between will surprise as it trips us.


Infatuated with the force of change

headfirst along the existing fissures

occupation evolves. The self stales and

the uncertainty of everyone’s forecast

exposes light to new growth.


Fight for the unknown?

No, seeing proof eludes,

time squeezes in the distance,

astounds while seeding for sprouts.


The breeze from outside wafts memories of pursuit

and urges to explore that from beyond these confines.

Reach for unwelcome company flinging thoughts

whizzing past each other to descend on the cares kept unshared

feeding oneself with interest.

Clawing back predictions,

hoping the best responses replace worse expectations.

Silo on the turn