Being haptic is me when I am happy and free.
Haptic also means being hectic and dream.
People like to stay calm and raise no alarm,
Hoping this will increase their chances for peace.
But if they don’t move from the place they’ve smoothed,
How are they to flee when the time tides alee?
Because the earth’s dry desert is a bareness hazard
And the rest is a place of high and low unrest.
But if you’re haptic and sing with wings and wink,
You’re like a bird in the sky or a star in the night
That is never denested from the peace it has tested
Knowing it can escape or wing a new fate.