Anthracite

As the day comes to you the power of it fills your soul

Darkness is gone from the tress and doubt disappears with the mist

And you stride into the world picking up your worries at the door

With a tight grip on them, they are not ideal, but they are yours

The sense of ownership as strong as a mother for her son

Stake your claim as your instincts demand it and release it to realise its worth

As our weakness follows like a puppy left behind, frustrating as an unsharpened pencil

And yet the flow of life does not care, no obstacles dare presume to control it

So step forward on the path you have and plant hopes and traps along the way

Look down at what feeds you, defend you, protect you and fight for you

What carry your claims carry other things too until the vessel can contain no more

To become well versed and to become wise is normal once your claims are understood

So bail your vessel with fervour being sure to watch flotsam drift away

For once the miscellany of unwarranted claims are ejected from your vessel

You are free from evil hokum and the opportunity to make a worthy claim

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