Yesterday a Year passed since I met a Yeti,
Yet it Yielded me nothing but a mob of Yobs and a Yawn from a Youthful Yank.
Forgetting my Yellow,
I Yell for the Yeti with a melodic Yodel but now I’m just left Yawning,
Ive been waiting for Yonks for this beast.
Sometimes it is as Simple as Setting off,
But he See’s the alarm
And the button to Snooze
He’s Sceptical, Seduced back to Sleep,
Satisfied with Staying in the Shallows
Where the Shore is in Sight…
Shifting the gear, he Stands up Straight
Still Sleepy.
A Small Sacrifice, he Sets the Sail,
Sowing the Seed
Steering his Ship out to Sea
With Speed, Scribing his Script
Strategically Setting the Scene to the Specifications of the Superior Specimen,
He’s Sculpting the Self,
Soldering the Sword and the Shield for this odyssey,
There’s a Synergy within the Structure of his Senses.
Standing tall, he Stretches out
Supporting the Spine and Stimulating the mind –
A Sponge in his Skull,
He’s Sprinting…
Suddenly it’s Salmon and Salad
With the Smoothie Sweetness,
He’s feeling Strong, and So he dives in…
Into the Open Ocean
The Sultry Sea
So that he can Swim,
Swim with the Sharks
A Stark change from the Stationary Spectator on the Shoreline,
The Soul Satisfied in a Seamless Transition,
He’s reached the Savannah.
And So I Say it again….
Seriously,
It is as Simple as Setting off.
FlyForFreedom 