Inside and outside
Lay the tools to a fruitful life
Made of iron, steel, and listening.
At my belt, the tools alternate
And I am often unprepared
For the occasion
Yet always running and sweating
to fill my toolbag.
Inside and outside
Lay the tools to a fruitful life
Made of iron, steel, and listening.
At my belt, the tools alternate
And I am often unprepared
For the occasion
Yet always running and sweating
to fill my toolbag.
Like a blinded moth
I spin around in the middle air
Turning turning with no way to stop.
The excitement captured me
And I live the moment
With its silly giggles and ambitious prospects
For the future.
It is Difficult to see
What is behind my back
On this rare foggy day of summer.
I am stick on the present
and in the lack of memory of this grey cloud.
The direction is list for a moment
But the lighthouse is always on
Out there.