When I find myself in alignment with the bacteria of my being,
I see you, Motivation
And I praise you, in Constellation
And I urge you, to never leave me.
So help me Sky, Dust, and Rust,
to keep me close to your embrace,
where the rules of the game
go in accordance with my name
and my face.
In a brain-washed-type-scenario, where productivity levels matter most, I fight to stay present with what best suits my soul. So when I struggle and fail to disconnect, I cry my eyes out and I beg.