The Chimera (pronounced Ky-MEER-rah)
The Chimera stood on a lofty place
Warmed by the morning sun.
In three directions did it face
It’s journey not begun.
“Where shall we go?” inquired the goat.
“Where shall our journey lead?
What will the future hold for us
How shall we now proceed?”
The lion bared his fangs to speak.
He made his wishes plain.
“We’re destined for success,” he roared,
And shook his bushy main.
“The city’s where we ought to go.
Our talent there will shine.
There our beacon’s bound to glow.
Our lives will be divine.
Our fame will spread much faster there.
Our light will shine so bright.
We need the neon, lights, and crowds.
We’ve got to do this right.”
“I say start small.” The snake then spoke.
“We need to take it slow.
We need to try some things out first.
To see how far they’ll go.
We don’t know if our plans will work”
His voice was soft and soothing.
“I want to try, but let’s be clear
We don’t know what we’re doing.
The hamlet is the place to be:
A local place to start.
The folks are kind. The folks are safe.
And really, not too smart.”
“I beg to differ,” said the goat.
“Let’s not start out too small.
Let’s not be fools and go too big.
We have too far to fall.
A town’s the place where we should be.
That’s where I hear the call.
We’ll have more luck on middle ground
If we have luck at all.”
The lion flexed his sharpened claws.
And rolled his golden eyes.
“Big city is the ONLY place
Why don’t you realize,
That’s where our fame and fortune is,
And talent scouts galore.
Our star will rise right to the top.
You just can’t ask for more.”
“But in the hamlet,” said the snake
The work won’t be so hard.
The competition’s not so great,
and it’s right in our backyard.”
“You both are wrong” replied the goat.
“My choice would be the best.
A town is just the perfect size
To start our life long quest.”
And so they stood upon that mount
Each with his point to say.
The argument went round and round
And there they stand this day.
They haven’t moved; not one square inch.
They may as well have roots.
For all the movement that they’ve done
With circular disputes.
The moral of this story is
just pick a task and go.
You can always change direction.
It’s how you find your flow.
You cannot steer a minivan
If it’s always kept in park.
You can’t avoid the swimming hole
’cause you’re afraid of sharks.
You’ll be like the Chimera
If you don’t make up your mind.
You’ll get stuck and there you’ll stay
While the world leaves you behind.