I stand here, looking at the ceiling,
looking how the thoughts come into being,
looking how they come
looking how the go,
going in the sky, in the earth below,
and I’m waiting here for the perfect thought,
that will take me there, right there on the top.
because, that’s all that I need,
the perfect idea,
and success will come,
fast like… diarrhea.
Isn’t this right?
Success always arrive overnight,
you don’t need to work,
you don’t need to sweat,
you just need to think,
and everything will fall in place,
well, maybe just say a little grace,
to get the help of the divine,
and if it’s a lucky day for your sign,
you’ve made it,
you are a hit.
But that is just a thought,
that arrived looking at the ceiling,
it’s all I got to say,
until I’ll find something more appealing.
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Great my friend!
you are a good writer..
Thank you
upvoted waiting for you :)
I like your poem - you have one line that hit me like a ton of bricks, success will come,
fast like… diarrhea. Beautiful word symmetry
wow ... this is very interesting @sstefan . I like from your habits. But I have no courage .. :-)
Courage needs to built amd trained :)