Mull Over It

Step back from a second;

Mull over it

            Wake up and taste

            The coffee; smelling it wasn’t good enough

Stand on the precipice of

            Sweet exasperation

                        And breathe, breathe in

Save the children from themselves,

            From themselves

                        From ourselves

Run the unbeaten path

            And reseed the wilderness

Feed on your destiny

            Mull over it

            Feast upon it

© 2008 Eugene Aarons-Cooke