The Neverending Competition

Navigate like you can’t wait

To get to the finsh line.

Wound up to unwind.

Fed up, still, you dine.

Not your way, you whine.

You can’t find the time.

To see the obvious sublime.

Because it’s inside you.

Works right through you.

Loves it’s Voodoo.

Sees that you do

What it wants to.

Otherwise, you get nada.