Gazing at ones navel can be productive at times.
And then it hit him.
And as he entered the kingdom of heaven,
He turned left.
Before him stood all of the answers,
With no choice but to listen,
Realising his wrongs and rights,
Unable to change his days and nights,
A tear burst the cloud,
As he plummeted he knew
That he’d keep falling.
But then around him
Wood flew and a perfume advertisement
On the platform broke the descent.
He gazed at his hands.
He hadn’t applied the answers.
He couldn’t again weep