Underneath any victory
\nis the treasure of wisdom
\nthe ability obey
\nand fight for the kings and queens
\nof our inner self
\nto rise above the nasty smell of death
\nand over come the itchy sense of fear
\nthat flows liquid like a giant happy fish
\nor causal as a dancing elephant
\nto see the joy of babies jumping in yards of fresh cut grass
\nfree from the rules of adulthood
\nthat sit like vultures
\nstealing away the innocence
\nin an euphoric moment
\nwhere x marks the spot
\nand I don’t need a map
\nto get where I am going
\njust beyond the orange groves
\nwhere daddy grew the peanuts
\nthat he sold to the zoo
\nwhen I was a child<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"