Achieve.

Progress.

Repeat.

Infinitely, this process must repeat.

You can't forcast your chances for success.

Maybe,

your break will come.

Maybe,

this just isn't for you.

But you can't give up,

you're a star.

Shuffle on, and play your cards well.

You might not get a second good hand.

If I were a flower
you would be the lawn mower
If I were the sun,
you would be a storm
If I were an ant
you would be the cruel hand
of a child.

But if you were a drop of rain
I would be the leaf that welcomes you
in the dry summer heat.
If you were lost
I would be the star
who guides you to safety.

It seems to me the only time
I can get anything productive done is when my mind starts
to drift away.
The descent into sleep caresses my mind with soothing words
It sets my creativity free, and for an eternity
I am lost entirely within me

In due time,
these words I will refine.
Like a fine wine,
I will discover the line
to fit the rhyme.

But the time is not now.
That is okay.
To get there, improvement is how
I will look back on everything one day
To sit, laugh, and play.
Waste time away.