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.