How long will you sit atop this lid?
You’ve filed and chipped and sawed at this lid
To create the ‘perfect’ fit.
While you push against this lid and force this security,
Something fantastic brews.
While you insist, while you resist, while you demand,
Something brilliant is brewing.
It grows and bubbles and simmers and pops
And waits for the perfect instant;
And when that instant arrives
That lid will burst and take flight
With no return in sight.
While you rest on that lid playing captor with my heart
Be wary of what looms beneath.
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