Pouring Forth (49/365)

I’m so full
My heart is fat
My stomach is big
I laugh like Buddha
My little gray ants
Scurry away to build their own world
Some people want to shine a light
I want to grow an army
Off the wisdom of the ancients
What could we do?
Solve this world’s problems
Or voyage upward and onward
Jump this fishbowl
And breathe some new air
But they won’t care
What we did
Unless we guarded freedom
And opened the floodgates of love.