We Are Like an Octopus
Arms of an octopus
Feeding, feeling, grasping.
Through the oceans of experience,
Searching for answers
Right, left and centre.
But so many arms -
What good do they do?
They go their own way wilfully,
Neglecting to check back
Through the central intelligence agency.
No wonder the octopus, though smart, is still an octopus.