Limitation starts in the mind
The feeling that your hands are bound
Whereas the opportunities are vast
A closed mind is worse than blind eyes
Looking but yet can't see
What you call a problem
Could also be called an opportunity
At the end of the day,
What you've called it is exactly what you'll experience.

Every night
I wait till 4 AM
when the moon comes
to my part of the sky
and illuminates my windowsill
with her silver light

Lunar radiance
lulls me slowly
I listen to the soft song
with closed eyes
sung by the southern breeze
like gentle wind chimes

The dead letters of Sleep
finally arrive at my postbox desolate
but not long before the neon dial starts screaming,
"IT'S TOO LATE! IT'S TOO LATE!"

It's too late..

I live at work
and visit home sometimes