Law of the Lion
Life can be a burdensome thing
with so much you can’t control.
Nothing you can do about the news,
time will always take its toll.
Some preach it as a pilgrimage,
warn of perils on the way.
Others concentrate on escape,
do not care how far they stray.
The old towers are tumbled down,
the first empires lost in weeds.
The sower went to the desert
but died with his bag of seeds.
Wind lifts the branches of the trees,
moves the waves across the sea.
The winter sun shines but falsely
for cold holds the frozen key.
The golden lion on his throne,
no one knows from where he came,
rules his jungle kingdom wisely,
his one law is be not tame.
Life can be a liberating thing
once you’re aware of your chains,
to contort your way out of them,
to find what your freedom gains.