Food for Thought

An idea or dream
Is naught but a thread,
If you have no needle
To sew fabric in your head.

And once it is sewn,
What to do with it now?
In the mind's eye, it shines,
But does the public allow?

Acknowledgement plays
A most crucial role
In the hasty pursuit
Of the green poet's goal.

But given time,
Most people can see
The camouflaged beauty,
Old burlap can be.

To discover the depths
Of the covert grey ocean
Stand not on the shore
But wade in with the notion

That there is no fire
Without first an ember
And that the majority of this world
Would do well to remember

Their forgotten knowledge
Lying hidden beneath
That food for thought
Requires a mind with teeth.