I train my fingers
Tipping and spreading words
Strong and powerful,
My fingers reflect my activities
Or my priorities.
Communication passes through the fingers,
words acquire value,
A few can still listen.
Up and down the candy goes
Sitting lazy on my belly
And looking at me
While breathing heavily.
I see you, I dare you,
I hear with my eyes
When my abs stretch and push it away.
The thrill is on
After I actively pushed myself
To imagine a future
With its roots on the happenings of today.
Each day possibilities form in the space around me
And i only have to train my patience
As a gardener in September.
Acrobatic thoughts and dreams for the future
Recur and surprise me
With their lights and originality.
I am training myself
To believe what others deem impossible
And take the lead
Despite their opposition
Fueled by a a fascinating new life,
Writing a story never heard before,
And dark chocolate.