Pissing off the prophets, was that always in the plans?
To rile up the hornets and then take a seat in the grandstands?
You can’t expect to toss rocks into the bees,
without eventually making them angry.
Did you have any clue when you set out to do hidden things,
That maybe some of them would be paying attention?
Who knew, that the honey came with stings?
Just keep pressuring, pushing the limits to restlessness.
I have a feeling this is going to become funny and terrifying fast
depending on which spectrum you are standing.
The driven authors with their pens they’ll start their writing.
Destiny tugging restlessly at their heartstrings.
Scribbling furiously. Until suddenly… it’s flooding.
Thank you! XOXO