Hear me ears of Caves
Some play at life in zealots fare
away from the deep they trundle in fenced valleys
picking stops of choice and running with like minded
set adrift on pastures near or afar following the cheer leaders

I live life for the gift of life
in mindful presence of the time and moment
neither past or future is preordained but merely perchance
therefore the truth of reality in sacred dimensional pivots hold firm
ours is to seek quests and strive answers that the oracles do not tell us

I do not play at life
the child in me played but the seasons put hairs on my face
a man appeared and put away child things as the eyes scales fell
in stark Light clear its reads you do not own the world and all therein
you have through what you give truly an honestly bound ethically so

Paradise lost in eons gone
down this lonely plant lies a battle field that angels fear to trod
chances plenty misfortunes so, in absurd sky waits a thing called luck
wicked trick, throw of the dice or luck the choice is never really yours
know to play keeps you fenced in as mind body and spirit chases all
to live life is to chance outside the fence and with honesty face the wilderness beyond
To live in the moment come hell or high water or all black in the roulette spin...at least you lived in interesting times!