“The Obvious is Only Obvious for a Prepared Mind”
Wrote a Master of Communication…
A Boy…That was the Answer…
In a Body of a middle aged mystic man,
With powerful speech, great vocabulary,
Strength and Imagination I met his little boy’s soul…
Oh My…So Found and Lost I was,
To find and loose him…
“Luck is when Opportunity meets Preparation”
Wrote the Master of Communication…
Oh My…So triggered I was,
To find him, and inside himself his answers,
To reveal the matured experienced man,
To challenge him…And there he was,
So free, so loose, so comfortable,
And so much Alive…
Afraid why not, yes, I was…
Can’t blame myself for not being prepared,
Can’t blame my luck as Opportunity I had.
Can’t call it unresolved, as his silence answered it all,
There he was, just as a little boy, available and free,
Lost in time with me,
For that very first moment, forever saved in my mind.
The Wheal I now Spin, Fly Fast Destine,
With all the powers of Wind,
Bring me Back Opportunity, make of me all prepared,
While still a little girl, wash fear away from my mind,
Let me feel Lucky again, Lost in Time,
Himself and I. Blow wind Blow…Fast Track,
Don’t tell me how,
As to YOU I call NOW,
Make It Happen!
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