Lottery
hard to understand how we got here
the kitchen clock full of gooey moments
warning us to build now what we have not yet lived
but it's sad because all it took was one key
a damn password or any abracadabra
thing to decipher those riddles
that prevent us from growing
something to get us out of these picturesque circumstances
lost between culinary recipes
miracle remedies and endless advertisements
if in the morning we could see in the mirror
less disappointment
if we got out of bed with some discipline
and if a car finally passed on the street
all colorful playing that happy song
and invited you:
Marco, come here
you won
take it look how cool
your first million!!!
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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