Walk Like a Tadpole

From the stars it shines
The blue cord of time
Reminding me of these
Things of truth and unity
Why I'm here
And what it cost
Without my presence
What would be lost
struggles always very real

leave a warrior
loathe to feel
the constant pain
of cutting reins
the load once heavy
now simply sings
of epic fights
and not one right
just deep and long
so goes the song
standing still upon a hill
the sweeping vista boggy
the deepest pits
we soon will know
now mystical and foggy
should we fear?
should we turn back?
should we give up?
what do we lack?
what will we make?
what will we kill?
will we die?
we know we will,
till then we try,
we try for home,
we try for hope,
we try for balance,
we feel the rope.
the whip of time,
it lashes out
across our backs
we learn to doubt
the smart ones talk
they say we make
the bed we leave
they say we choose
the breast we cleave
they say we knew
that time we weave
and space we heave
with each sweet breath
with each brief thought
linger long we should
but don't
on the hook
that has us caught
we don't think much
about the trap
not at all
about the snap
that could be had
if fought we did
against the pull
against the harvester
against the cruel
cold hand of fate
that we believe
has yet to make
or break our life
unless we grow
something that
does not exist
something
we must manifest
so think we must
think long and hard
about the
hand
about the
card
do you really want to be
the fish they caught
these fishers of men?