Ever seen a bug on its back?
Kicking and kicking,
Stuck on its wingcase,
Prone to predator attack,
The frantic manoeuvres,
Of little stick legs in the air,
Oddly angled and strangely,
Covered in little hairs,
Have you ever felt like this?
No matter what you do,
The traction isn't there?
It's useless to try,
Swimming in the air,
Not going anywhere,
Like the little insect,
You may be upside-down,
Not on your back in the literal sense,
But with the thinking in your head,
Perhaps it's perception,
That needs to be addressed,
Refocus attention,
On where your power lies,
Take a good look at the world,
With wide open eyes,
Bend the spoon,
Do it soon,
And it could just be your moon.
Kicking and kicking,
Stuck on its wingcase,
Prone to predator attack,
The frantic manoeuvres,
Of little stick legs in the air,
Oddly angled and strangely,
Covered in little hairs,
Have you ever felt like this?
No matter what you do,
The traction isn't there?
It's useless to try,
Swimming in the air,
Not going anywhere,
Like the little insect,
You may be upside-down,
Not on your back in the literal sense,
But with the thinking in your head,
Perhaps it's perception,
That needs to be addressed,
Refocus attention,
On where your power lies,
Take a good look at the world,
With wide open eyes,
Bend the spoon,
Do it soon,
And it could just be your moon.
