Making Progress: Teetering on Bull

When we’re on fire, people wonder how it will last - a work poem.

Work on meanings, just be numb;
Intellect’s a snack-y crumb.
Just believe in every diss.
Nothing meant for collared bliss.

Motions made to strike the bull.
Gifted legend, minds do cull.
Sterile greats, analysis.
How could wisdom ever miss?

Clue the victim from within.
When a group devises sin,
Safe replies are no big deal.
How can methods truly steal? 

Wealthy virtues strike a chord.
Brawny reeks and draws a sword. 
Manic scenes, they can relate.
Nothing feral, clean the slate. 

Every clock is keeping time;
Focused doer, not a crime. 
What a feeling, glowing will.
Time’s a journey - blazing thrill!