New Horizons Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

New horizons await, each step purposeful
like a sea turtles laying eggs on the beach.
Each egg a possibility of new life.
The vultures circle waiting for them to hatch.
Each egg hatched is a possible meal,
but some escape the talons and beaks,
into the waters of safety as they learn to swim.
We are all just eggs hatching trying to escape
the vultures and make it into the water, to our safety.
The vastness that is safety is something that
is a tedious battle for all souls to suffer through.
Instinct kicks in for better or for worse,
guiding our desperation into risky waters.
Wading through water and predators,
our risks are calculated but don't always add up.
Doesn't mean we should ever give up,
our enemies bask in their victories
over our shortcomings and weaknesses.
Attack your enemies, make them live
vicariously through your ambitions and dreams;
don't let it become the opposite.
Find the inner warrior to fight,
fight for what you believe in.
Because the vultures, they always circle.