My Son

You cannot leave your life to chance, Dancing to the tune of randomness, & vanity; the things that raise the hair on your skin, You cannot live by bread alone, And every word that proceeds from the media, My son, the world is a busy market, Sieve the noise, find the music, Be the eagle’s eye, Find wisdom, Learn the way of the ant, the subtleness of a serpent, & the gentility of a dove, Be everything and anything, Let your mind fly, Fly my son, Fly.