Just a few more steps
Till you reach tomorrow

The art of motivation
Words must touch a truth
That person is ready to hear
Do they trust your intentions?
Confident or bossy
Pushback or a pushover
Communicate or die

I'm tired of talking
I'm tired of words
They get in the way
Of communication
Sometimes I can't see the beauty
Through all of the filth
We're just simple creatures
Trying to explain
Love

If I only had no left brain
When I needed to be free
If I only had no right brain
When emotions cloud the scene
If I could sleep with just one half
The way some birdies do
It would make my life more simple
And more productive probably too
But now the two sides
Both need rest
They have worked hard today
Rest in pieces
Rise in pieces
Jointly conquering each new day

I slip into bed naked
Every cell in my body
Shrieks in ecstasy as the covers
Are drawn in over my tired limbs
I go limp
And the ants scurry around in my head
Pouring up and out of their anthole
And busily crossing paths
Searching frantically for answers