Life walked by and told to sit
so I could grasp and take a hold,
but then as fingers touched its sleeve,
it turned and ran before I bit.
I dashed and followed, giving chase
in hopes of catching what is mine,
but then as I drew close and near,
life turned and told me “in your face.”
Then I tripped into a shallow well
of self and pity as I had failed,
but then a flower before me grew,
my life was mine, I would prevail.