A strike of greatness
Buzzing in the ears
Who can say
They have no fears
The first one will get the worm
And the last one likely the will
Where there is persistence
Mental chatter is overkill
Study and work hard
The boss will pay you well
They have grease on their elbows
And the soul to sell
Time will come
When all is healed
Even vanity
Will disappear
In tears of joy
High with the birds
Ecstatic dance
Lost for words
Soaring
Hope is like a stick from cane
Little bit weak in a hurricane
Wide doorway leads underground
There treasures can be found
Mouth full of silly laugh
And heart split in half
The mundane life of a sand fly
Suck it up or die
squeeze each element of the now to its infinite max
add a pause button to the ongoing movement of thought
shower each negative emotion with love
bring your essence to the bigger game of life
feel the clarity
unfolding
insecurity abounds
the way out
give up control
Hana Rubinstejnova 