The shadows that allow you to breathe

Beware. Of the big old depression dark and lurid bear
That snuggles in the cave all tense and inebriated
Corrupted nostrils clogged by the pine trees cub educated
A triumphant, a non astute absolute, crying, cogutated.

The winter she does settle in, amongst leaves dropping like the bucket in the wishing well
The mothers stomachs swelled and teets that  blossomed bosom ne're do the fallen upon which we dwell
We feed the cub for anticipation, of summers sketched in the thought too soon
And yet we stared at the lunar, the spooning between the sun and the  man in the moon
Who do you crave to be, a prisoner of the lunatic asylum
It's all in the distant landscape, the mother and the glimpse of her son.

It was different amongst the shadows that allow you to breathe
The distance of decent that caused you , that cried for you, that drew the bequeathed
And so the cub who had never breathed the winters frigid air
Crawled around in confusion, explored in dispair.

Then the mother awoke and escorted the infant outside
No longer a shadow he learnt to abide
The matriarchs rules, the gist of the cave, the rules of our nature
We are the great, the future, the purpose, the creator.