Fire and Ice
Watch the city to turn it to flames
Bubbling energy turns to games
Destruction as creation
Silently storms the imagination
A chaotic system placed in mind
Opposites that occupy the same state
of similar quality but of different kind
That sit and wait
Unable to change the waiter’s fate
The waiter waits, and waits and waits
Eyes staring at the city gate
Intensely focused on fire and ice
But all that he can create is advice.
“Don’t waste your life waiting”
He thought still debating
What to do now that he was done with his waiting
So down he walked to the bottom the hill
And snow fell new and fresh
So he lit up a joint and sucked in his fill
Until the chaos began to mesh
He held up his joint and covered the city
With embers smoldering at the gate
As snow fell and fell without pity
Until the entire city felt its fate
The city burned in snow as the waiter laughed
Convinced that he had won at last
But his triumph was all too soon past
As the time that time takes is often too fast.
His joint went out.
He turned about.
He climbed up his hill
And went right on waiting
Waiting till waiting was filled once more.
