Crumbs for the Ants
Silenced as a child, only mumbles
escape as an adult out my mouth
A partially finished puzzel of a conclusion
finally grasping a disillusion of doubt
That yes, knowledge of a advanced state
renders inside my thought process daily
In which I'm unable to express,
unable to share, they find the truth scaly
Uncomfortable with the image that
what they figured once is no longer fact
Evolution is accomplished by determination
& being out worked, no they can have that
The branch that lacked direct sun
has stretched
far beyond that of the favored portions
Has to be a fickle of contortions
god wouldn't giveth to a would be abortion
So no appreciation for the outlook displayed
or accommodations for being delayed
Rather initiate war for pointless merits
I sit with my notebook in the shade
& write to myself.