It might appear
That results ask for power,
And power asks for being tough.
Sometimes, I tend to focus on the small details,
The tiny small things,
The micro details.
At some point, I complained to someone dear:
„I’ve got too many ideas!
They fly through my head in a millisecond!
I can’t even put them into words!”
I once read a poem (or a line, I can’t tell),
In which it said that whatever thought you had
A poet was there before you.
Sometimes, life’s a game,
You risk everything,
You bet everything on red,
And, there it is! – black.