At Next Sunrise

Pretending to be weak,
Plotting every word before I speak,
I let you think you have the power,
I let you feel you are the master!
Hidden within your empire,
A secret nest of another liar,
Perfectly matching your vibration,
An inverted mirror for a cosmic balance.
My safety switch is always on,
I think twice before I fire my weapon,
I’m not certain if you have the same switch,
It would usually malfunction if you actually did.
You think you keep a lion tame in a chain,
A cat is a cat; they are all the same,
As long as you feed it a bit daily,
It will return undying loyalty!
The cat has grown ten times in size,
Now it wants to hunt for its own food supply,
Thankful for the chain and the cage,
But it’s now ready for its next stage!
From a small den to the vast forest,
The lion is saying goodbye to its nest,
While you are busy with self inflating,
It is busy with its claw sharpening!
Lucky for you it keeps the safety switch on,
Like a good, submissive lion,
Restraint’s mistaken as powerlessness,
Modesty’s perceived as a lack of prowess!
Concepts you often misunderstand,
You thrive because it has spared your careless hands,
It is soon to reach its maturity, 
Full of energy and ready to break free. 
One day when you feel chills up your spine,
Run! The lion is ready to hunt at next sunrise!

August 31, 2026