Now Or Never
Of all the honey we drink
The smallest of a bee sting
We immediately kill the bee
Is that fare?
Or is there really such a thing…
No matter how high we climb
A wrong step, we quickly fall
Sometimes back to the start
Sometimes, where doors are locked
Inside, a broken heart…
It seems, every endeavour
Big or small
A sting or a fall, awaits
A price to call
And it always goes like this
Either now or never…
Honey! Honey! I love the taste of you
But I am no bee killer.
I also love the climb
Unprepared, unconcerned for the fall
I venture vulnerable, and walk with fools
Without a smoker, robes or tools
For even though there is a price
Sitting idle won’t suffice
What comes must always go
But what counts, is only now.
Michael
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