Winged shoes of meat mittens

Fight or flight is life's plight but I sit like stone

With a foe's arrival survival lies in whether cover's blown

Frozen in fright I won't fight just hope they won't see

In the garage of my camouflage sit and won't flee 

Adrenaline surges thoughts it purges, it's action or freeze

Speed explodes, violence unloads into nothingness squeeze

Viable for some, others it doesn't become as a defense

A shark in flight or a butterfly bite makes no sense

Some call me a coward disempowered but I think not

With one life to give I'd rather live, survival is what I got

In evolution living is absolution, no way is better than another

Sit, fight or flight, none is right, any as effective as the other