Actions and paper: a Poem

You bet

You bet

You don't control, but happens

 Not the North Korea, Not the Trump

Your heart, beats and beats

Hoping for you to listen, one day

But you keep crushing it

Maybe not today, God knows when

Yup, What is in your heart and what lies ahead, God knows

The North Korea, the President Trump

Let twitter take care of them

It is my pleasure to wait in line

And to cleverly sing and dance while they fret

Our canvas is our dance

Let our actions fulfill our dreams

No you won't control, no matter how fat it gets

What I know, my friend, all I have is a pen

Let us imitate Ben Frank

And let us sing behind the King of Pop

From the lives of Bush to the American Pop Stars

One habit is common

Get the pen, get the pen

Paper is their dream

Action it's ink

The paper dictates the margins, hence the limits

Paper creates contact between you and your pen

And you cannot come without ink

Take it out, let it prioritize

The paper will tell, what to see and what to ignore

Time is history

And history on papers

History sweeps, so does the paper

O Aaliyan! Not all actions are sweet

The ink won't spread, unless you fill the pen

But promise, wouldn't I spread disease

Thanks to Pareto, I have Power law

Yes, the garden is now mine

And the peas... yours

Not all the peas will fruit

Alas the vital few

Not the canvas, but the dream

My kid, my dream

They Doctor, us engineers

Father pilot and mother other

No! Stop, it won't stop

That will go

That will continue

Don't stop, express it

Remember, paper your friend

Ah, my magic stick, would choose a paper form

That magic stick, can get rid of the waste

It, may it be the Red Bull

Because the Red is the color you must not ignore

The red is red, and red is red

White is boring without red

My snap... White dangerous

White dangerous when Red important

But Red and Green.. aren't they universal?

Indeed, the Red comes first

Green is Earth and Red its limits

Know thyself

Honest it may be, work it up

That beat, it's your heart

Take while you can, listen while it lasts

No new lens, no new new

The world speaks to those who can define it

The sword is empty, if the swordsmaster ill

Map is empty, but let it hint

Desire while you can, you get what you deserve

The blueprint there, but obstacle its price

Ah, speak the truth

And the world will listen

And the universe, would likely say

Here, here, your blueprint...