Fields of Opportunity

You are open.
Free.
With the wind
in your blades
and the melody of the birds
always around you.
Your fingers are home
to the animals of tomorrow
that know nothing more than the
sweet taste of serenity.

Don't be the rip-

The roar.

With metal daggers

in your air

and the clanking of footsteps

on top of you.

Your desires can sprawl

to the beings of pain

that know nothing more than the 

limited feel of animosity.

Refuse to be as confined as a sidewalk

When you can be a field of opportunity.

Where the Ground Meets the Sky

There are two types of 

leaders in the world. Those 

that look at the sky 

and say, 

"We can get there" and those 

that look at the ground 

and say, "We can 

build from here." 

...Which one are you?