Spontaneity, Anyone?

Focused on a task, more dead than alive,

Lost in spreadsheets, like a bee in a hive, 

Conforming to society, I'm a cog, that's my role,

To make honey for my Queen, is that my goal? 

Immersed in my comb, I'm buzzing with life, 

Just made a beautiful Prezi, making that was a prize.

I venture far and wide, looking for flowers and foes, 

Cross pollinating one, while stinging the other's toes.

 

When I want to control, all becomes mechanical and dead, 

The honeycomb gets fragmented, a means for my bread.

When I open to the world, I appreciate the bee dance,

I want to wander like they do, and give life a chance.

 

If you put me in a box, I''ll give you honey like a bee,

But if you want to see me dancing - just let me be. 

Keep Playing

You can take all the winnings, or you can be left with no part,

When you bet all you've got, you elevate gambling to an art.   

The highs stakes environment, the possibility of a disaster, 

The looming enslavement, or the thrill of emerging a master. 

A strategy that is high risk, aut Caesar aut nihil, 

Its OK to be left high and dry, but just go for the kill.  

The real crime is when you are tempted - to play it safe, keep it low key,

Not exploring what you're made of, not realizing what you can really be.

 

The journeys you take, the destinations you seek,

Should terrify the gods, speak nothing of the meek.   

What happens though, when you've jumped from a plane,

And the parachute didn't open, you're now plastered and in pain.

 

Fly high and dream again, bet on the sky that's left,

A sliver of hope always remains, so let that be your bet.