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.
Too cool
I am only bothered by your question marks
And your artificial doubts
That pose ridiculous installed on my way.
My voice is calm, my reason clear,
You will hear them
Until my coffee gets cold.
Look ahead
Head up, looking straight
I don’t feel the ground anymore
And I am projected in the future.
Motor on, glasses clear,
The gear is ready
But the destination far,
Unknown and magnetic
Pulling everyday one inch more.
