We can harvest well,
But we must plant our saplings;
We can build up luck.
“Time is money
It’s a sign that you worked all night
A sense that you did everything right.
And a life sentence, that keeps you awake all night
Time is money
The longer you work, the efficient hours you’ll be paid,
And rewarded, with a raise
Time is money
Your time was never a possibility, but rather a probability
Of whether or not you’ll actually have a chance of remarkabilty
Or, a configuration to be paid, a way to end your hostilities
Time is money
Your debt was never meant to be paid, but to be made
Up until time is what never seems to be of aide
Time is money”
Too much turmoils
Make me fatique
Too much chaos
Make me deaf
Too much tragedies
Make me blind
My mind jammed
My heart broken
I have nothing to say anymore
Years after years hazards come and go and return
Silence is the only word on my lips
The fan blades turn and turn
No noise but efficient
Noisy fan means old and not functioning well
But my silence means loss, helpless and confused
God's silence means we're seriously handicapped
God's words are spread in all nature
With philosophical signs
To be interpreted by man himself
Silence always speaks the loudest voice
To man's heart only
With no heart attacks of course
A heart can be put in a battery to make it function again
How about a stonely heart with God's words
Maybe,maybe...
I desire not a Benz
Nor a Bentley
That'll chase my night away
But a Toyota
That'll make me sleep at will
I desire not to be rich
Nor hope to be poor
But in all my endeavor
Let me be pleased
I desire to be ridiculed
While my body is in truce
With itself and peace all around
I desire to be adequate
With the cost of normal hustle
My Efficient Desire
Every instinct was crying out to her,
not to leave the child at the door,
new born, she cannot care for,
she still was deep in her heart
playing a risky game,
really didn’t want to be apart,
and she never gave the infant a name.
Suddenly, as she sat and watched through a dense fog,
the owner let out her dogs,
all six of them as far as she can see,
the young mother’s perplexed expression,
as she fell to one knee,
watched the dogs attack,
infant crying,
her tears drying,
serenity lovely thoughts entered,
then exiting, silence filled the air,
confusion fueled the fear,
and the dogs were completely efficient.
The spiders weave net
For protection and support.
Self efficient !
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