David conquered Goliath through impossibility;
Only to prove that human measure is in vain.
What can you get in a space?
A room to breathe every inspiration there is;
A ground to grow every imagination that comes;
A seat to brainstorm every dream you dare not to seize.
All you need is a space.
Bright morning smiles gently,
And you blossom timidly,
In the corner of the garden,
As if you just want to be hidden.
Smile back at the kind morning,
For it has so much to bring,
To your seconds and minutes and hours.
Come out as who you are, beautiful flower.
Lights over the shadow of blinds
Inspire the colorful minds.
Hauling ideas, ready to grind
Into sharp arrows that shall unbind
The captives, to let the hidden be found.
Smoke gets in your eyes
But the satays get in your belly.
One way or another,
Your disappointment can get you to your satisfaction.
Journaling has never been this tantalizing.
In each moonlight you find a new you.
The you that was unacquainted by you,
But look forward to realizing.
A daybook has never been this mind-boggling.
Arousing the lioness who’s hiding
In the corner of cluelessness, juggling
Between making milestone, and struggling.
A night discourse among the gleam,
Brings out the zeal and makes the countenance beam.
The lights as fireflies from afar, they seem,
Sparkling on the black canvas of our dream.