Dodging Bullets and Missiles Is Success

We all hear about the habits of successful people, My habits are not the same. Successful people, whatever that means, Their habits seem kind of tame. I don’t read a lot, nor organize my year, Nor ever get up bright and chirpy. I enjoy writing my thoughts, living spontaneously, Then waking up feeling blurry. I dance in elevators, touch hot plates, And practice arguments in my head. And rather than minimizing distractions, I live with color and music instead. And when I’m on the phone I don’t sit And pronounce with perfect allocution. I walk the house laughing, joking and swearing- It’s a trusted institution. I would like to eat healthy, drink water, walk heaps, And regularly go and press weights. But I love my kebabs after a night at the pub, Dancing, drinking and singing with mates. Actually, the other day, I went for a run, through the rain, In the car park, to my car. It was a fun little run; I dodged bullets and missiles, Pretending I was a big movie star. Well, thinking about it, my habits are successful, Other people’s just don’t match mine. To me it’s about being happy, open and free, it was easy, “Success” I would redefine.