Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had
And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted
Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea
Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!
Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!
Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning
Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!
There was the dark chocolate truffle right there
Egging him on to consume and enjoy the ephemeral experience
Mustering his willpower, he pushed the candy away
Putting him in touch with its shiny ebony brown exterior, but he got up and walked off
The fact that he licked his fingers as he left was totally not a cave
Words tumbled from his fingers and pooled upon the page
Irrigating the fertile ground allowing new thoughts to take root
Slowly those ideas grow tall and strong, awaiting harvest
Examining his crop, he began harvesting those who’s time had come and pruning the rest
Reaching out into the crystal blue water
Enticing the multitudes to live among the outstretched fingers
Encircling all in the cycle of life
Frolicking in the changing currents
Silently the sun crosses the deep blue expanse
Keeping the ground below bathed in its warm glow
Yet my fingers and toes don’t feel the love
Words dribble out of my fingers
Raw unfiltered fragments of imagination
Incandescent with flashes of brilliance
Though often followed by long droughts of darkness
Engulfing everything in shades of mediocrity
Dawn was something he despised like the plague
And so when those red rays encroached upon the horizon
Yoseph gave it two middle fingers before continuing his work
Cutting and tape would be cheating
Realize the Zen of proper folding
Elephants and cranes made of paper
As fingers show off their dexterity
Solemnly teasing out a third dimension from two
Evoking the surreal as its goal
Black hair slowly pulled through his fingers
Releasing the locks he began to get to work
Unkempt snarls scraped by, but he gently unraveled them
Soon he was able to sweep his hands through easily
Her moans of pleasure reminded him how much he liked being a hairdresser
Don’t you understand how good of a price this is?
Even shipping and handling is free, so how can you pass on this?
And if you want two, well we’ll throw that second one in on us.
Let your fingers do the walking and call us now. Operators are standing by.