The rain is coming
And the daisy closes its petals
Waiting patiently for the good day.
Nature tells the way.
Let time pass,
And stay closed
For the turmoil to be over.
In the dark I wake up
Hoping for a day of laughter and lightness
In front of the screen, behind the cubicle.
Nobody wants to offer their energy to the group
And unconsciously waits for the good Samaritan.
Come to work to get and grab
And not to give
You might preserve your inner balance
You lose a day to enjoy.
I have read all the books
With the word success inside
But something was missing.
Techniques and strategies
As suggestions and lessons.
I never asked,
everything passed through my hands
And the fruits ripened.
Negotiations as the currency
to reach the evening.
Not aiming to the best
but to the compromise
Makes the effort easier and more at reach
But the satisfaction sighs
And only a long term vision
Variety is the key
To a platform of success and explosion.
No vision can be born
in a repetitive regular setting
With no room for change and surprise.
I collect disorder
and reserve a future I cannot predict
Of data under the blue light
Or of people
Under the academic pressure
Doesn’t need to be taught.
I will not reveal my strategy
Or show on the face my real desire
As your greedy need for success
Will step on me.
I see through your manners
and your calm voice
I the goose bumps take me back
To what is important
Outside this office
In a rare sunny day.
A new strategy of life
tells me to approximate
to be able enjoy the ups and downs.
Nothing is sharp
and everything has a margin of error
To turn the falls into possibilities
and the successes into mere stepping stones.
You survive yet not enjoy deeply
If nothing is enough and
Nothing deserves a celebration.