What’ll it be today…
Will I catch everything tossed at me,
And throw it back real hard?
So they know I’m no pushover;
I can give as good as I take?
Will I consume everything set before me
Chew and swallow, mop up the gravy,
Because I’m a member of the clean plate club,
and we don’t leave full enough alone?
Will I let things hurled my way
go right on by?
There’s no game of toss,
where there’s no catching.
Will I use my free hands to produce
what only I can see,
and only I can hear
and only I can imagine?
Consume or produce?