Literature
Crane Game
Truthfully, showing what I am undeniably made of
Is taking more than any loving tug or sisterly shove
Can break out, not even sought guidance from above
Turns the insistent sloth into a long-awaited dove.
I'm long behind the goal of being some honorary hero;
It's fine at this point to be someone's less than zero
'Cuz normal ain't coming anywhere near this weirdo
And it's about time that fact did not leave me fearful.
The fateful claw plucking out ideas, it would seem
Conceives us with a mixed up grab bag of self-esteem,
Thus no calculation exists for the possibility of a dream
Leading through a mine field or river smooth as cream.
Once we are chosen, our path is straight across time
Even if the freedom to hop would be splendid, sublime;
Alas, existence wisely chose to make such power a crime
Or else history could know far too many a rhyme...
Even so, having the ability to determine where I go,
Then see the reaper's mind change when instead I sow
A greener garden with bountiful