elements of action

what fills the moment is a thought of cold
i've got this far reached a stable stage
now what i've got to do is become bold

no longer trapped in a dank sheepfold
i've done enough to earn myself a wage
what fills the moment is a thought of cold

i am myself i say of an unusual mould
my thoughts fit easily on the blank page
now what i've got to do is become bold

i've done the usual acts been bought and sold
been angry and yet kept hold of my rage
what fills the moment is a thought of cold

repaired the broken bits the stories told
adorned myself at times with new plumage
now what i've got to do is become bold

unless i want to accept the ways of old
i have to learn to analyze the age
what fills the moment is a thought of cold
now what i've got to do is become bold