Resource Management

i inherit the current 

the water, the rocks, all this wind

the direction the sun stares me down from the sky

  

we could not decide, there was no control

  

but we all get the choice

how to swim, how to walk, how to fly

it's a gift from the mind

a little control over thought

into a little influence upon the land

  

though not everyone agrees, how free this will is

that we even choose to split hairs though 

lies the proof it exists 

Author's Note