A Natural Fact

Are you in control?
Do you forage for seeds?
Perhaps a natural goal, or repressed needs?

Fight or flight does not determine wrong or right
It only provides uncommon and temporary insight
And brings the true question to light

Have you gathered for the winter?
Of smothered cognition
A challenging mission
Keep an eye on your hoard of sustenance and ammunition

What a nice warm cave
To keep you from the grave
Wrists and ankles free from the shackles of the slave

The concrete, your face shall meet, if you so choose
Or perhaps the dirt will be the bed upon which you lose
Or maybe it will only be a bruise

Just as a tree grows towards the sun
The rays you cast attract the outreached hand which you depend upon
Now go on

Run to the horizon and perform a tight rope act
You will find that our terrestrial plane stays intact
As should you, so be ready to react

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