Fear not the turbulence when the ill wind’s blow
It categorizes the chronological will of life’s ebb and flow.
Within these woeful accounts, willful hearts will confirm all doubts
despite the naked truths being volleyed about.
The serpent’s kiss you’ll never hear a hissing tongue concedes to none
still, some will lend an ear.
You’ll feel that sting of the pinching claw
the crab people pulling you back just because you want more.
In this wreckage of waste, I anticipate the rejection of my case
hates lacking grace tripping the zebra in the cheetah chase.