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
Anthracite 