This summer’s bills have since made us share one room instead And every morning, like before, you’d climb onto our bed You crawl and navigate the sheets to quickly find your way Between two adults, deprived of sleep, who need to start their day Without a sound, and just the noise of our creaky bed …
What they saw was a boy with pebbles and a slingshot Some muttered under their breath, “He doesn’t have a shot” —That’s okay, if he loses, we’ll just say it doesn’t count” What they missed was underneath, quiet confidence and trust “I’ve faced lions before, and I can do what I must” —He’s been delivered …
A blender of thoughts, questions, ideas in my head Fueled by conversations, and books I have read Principles, frameworks, philosophy, and faith, But who to talk about it with? Everybody’s still in bed Of making many books, there truly is no end So it is as the Philosopher said I’d go back to sleep, but …
Lou was Bob’s friend, he fared no better Though unlike Bob, he was a go-getter Working day and night, no matter the weather He had tons of sweet honey, but his soul was so bitter
Bob is a bee who can’t seem to see The flow’rs ‘round him since he’s gazing at a tree The flowers have the nectar; the tree does not But its towering beauty can’t be forgot Now the day’s gone, he flies to his hive Bob the busy bee breezed through his 9-to-5 Back at home …