The Cock
The time will come for the cock to crow
to rouse us from our sleep
Making manifest for all to know
the truths we buried deep
Unconsciously, we dreamed on foot
as we shambled in a daze
pretending that we understood
our way out of the maze
From blind to blind, we were resigned
to clench out eyelids tight
and floundered as we were designed
in darkness, towards the light
But in our hands, we held the key
to open up the door
that, when cracked, would let us see
the path ahead, and more
A fragile oval gripped in fear
but fertilized with fate
into the seed of new frontiers
where man is free from hate
The time will come for the cock to crow
after hatching from his shell
Then we’ll realize how sparsely known
was our world and yes, ourselves