Wanderer

Survive or submit. It hits differently than it once did. When to submit simply meant to yield now but life to fight again. When to survive was waking up. That's it. No need for titles and ownership. No deeds to the bits and pieces chipped from the spoils of everyone else's grit. Such a sweet-seeking world has left holes in our teeth. I wander. And wonder at that meaning: sub'mit. Below, I put myself. Where would you have me go? It isn't space beneath a sheltering wing that you offer. I need no king. I wander. Be lost with me. Change comes from conviction and conviction from rage. Peace carries a cost I'm too broke to pay. I wander. And I would sooner stay adrift than be grounded in garbage.