Dragons
What kind of energy is this you speak of,
Dragons.
You speak not of power and of wealth and of fighting back the smaller voices with some silly semblance of old sage stealth
Fool.
When I hear you say dragons i think of loud obnoxious creatures
Full of rage and anger with scales and ugly features,
Dragons you speak of you
Ignorant
Arrogant
Ungrateful buffoon.
But why do I feel the need to point this finger at you?
Is it projection of my own shortcomings that
I
Feel the need to seek fault from outside my
Self.
Perhaps I feel like getting angry at you
Pardons my privilege that I can’t help but
Use.
Well if that’s the case I’m no better than most
So in the words of the boy who's brother to me once played host
“Now we’re all dragons”