Shoulder Shrug Poem by Sean Foster

what could keep us from harm
when our goal seems to depend on our displayed arms
such a charming fact
to know we can't ever go back
but what if we could
address the situation as we thought we should
would we wonder again
what was it we were looking for
or would we find life happened
and our efforts would slumber
never affecting
no fire to wood
we'll follow the current
a shallow rocky wake
each day growing
deeper our sponge
painting an endless
array a portrait
pristine lockbox
open a world to
see sunfilling
sky incessantly
trained to see
difference in
day and night
understand there is
no need to fret
whats the use in fight?
take flight your wing'd mind will observe
wondrous displays inspiration
a should shrug