Flipping the Poles

FLIPPING THE POLES Once undisturbed satisfied and content With the acceptance of doing it right There is the merest spark deep inside That wants to set the pleasant aflame To burn and slice that humdrum life Reaching out toward greater freedom And fresh cold air one always deserved Yet out alone in those Arctic wastes There is the faintest pull back to warmth To slip back into the normality groove Nodding and smiling at everything Feeling the embrace of compliance Yet no resentment at the furry shackles But that little spark may flare again