It comes across the street as one thing
And realizes it is neither chicken nor frog
Dodging traffic with aplomb
But this is not skill
To be such that cars would hesitate
Takes luck, you see
A winning hand that only folds once
While taking every pot
Gold, or other, never arrested
In the progress!
But don't take the narrative
You're moving forward on the wings
Of automata that you do not control
And your abilities are melded
Into the tree that will always feed you
Whether it's sunny or you're incompetent
Roman Ryan 