Another opportunity
Just to see if you can see
A little better
Be a shame if you are blind
To the treasures you can find
Once you understand your mind
A little better
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
First of all
If you didn’t
Put a match
And some flint
In your pocket
Before you start
That’s the most important part
Now make a plan
Let it sit
For an hour
Or a day
Then come back
Look at it
In a condescending way
Make a change
Turn some screws
Run projections
Render views
Let it sit
Once again
While you catch up
With a friend
Grow your plan
Let it be
Like the branches
Of a tree
If there’s fruit
Well and good
Otherwise
There’s firewood
So make a plan
If nothing else
It’ll keep you warm
The fear of being proved wrong:
Lose it, it’s weighing you down
The fear of being proved right:
Find it, and keep it around
It’s alright, son
I know it makes you sad
But acting like an idiot
Isn’t even half as bad
As being one
I know