Look at the puppy, he’s
testing his boundaries,
building momentum to hurdle the fence.
Once he was feeling tough,
thought he was tall enough —
knocked himself silly and hasn’t tried since.
Look at the baby that’s
kicking his cradle slats,
pushing the limits of practical truth.
now he’s a worker bee
trapped by illusion, conditioned in youth.
Whether your pedigree’s mongrel or man,
soaring’s a matter of knowing you can.
2001 Mary Boren