Little by little and bit by bit,
we're frogs in a pot and the burner is lit.
The water is cool as happy we stay.
The burner on low keeps the panic at bay.
A little bit warmer, perception is lost.
Then comes the boil and all pay the cost.
Do we have to suffer in pain and dismay
as over and over we learn the hard way?
We can't wait for changes to magically sprout.
We must evolve from inside out.
It happens at just the right time and
for the right reason in rhythm sublime.
When things seem chaotic at dismal pace,
are they falling apart or falling in place?
