Naive

We roll
To the left and to the right
We want
To love and to fight
We like
To create and to destroy
We are
Children with a toy

We learn
To survive and to kill
We seek
To preserve and to drill
We relate
To sadness and to joy
We are
Children with a toy

Inertia

A moment turns into two
Two into a few
A few into some more new
Things are a bit askew

Much work is due
Isn’t this my cue?
I let the situation brew
And sit here and rue

I don’t know how this habit grew
I need a break and inspiration in my view
Action has its merits, it’s true
But for the moment I choose inertia in lieu