The world can be a strange place, the kind where shadows move about believing they’re hidden.
Like a silvery little fish, so young and slick. Swimming with such serpentine grace it might make me sick.
If the desire is there, act on it, life is too short to sneak and hide.
Instead you move and dance, sneakily eating and thriving, simply trying to hide as you survive.
Fuck that man, do what you go to do. Be honest and straight with your words. There’s no shadow in the sky, no duck bill that’ll bite.
Your heart says “That shadow in the sky is a duck if I might surmise.” Don’t guess, if you must know, go and ask.
Don’t bask in the burning rays of fear. Live your life outward and well. Embrace the love in your heart. Don’t break your patterns and smiles because of expectation.
Most likely, what you expect isn’t what you’re going to get.