I’ve been told, if you dream well enough, work hard enough and well enough and take advantages of the pockets of opportunity that life throws at us, alll those dreams will come to pass. That I have to master the laws of the universe and leverage on those laws.
And while none of it was in anyway a life, somewhere along the road I seemed to have forgotten that the universe wasn’t as perfect as I thought it would be. I forgot that there are holes in the walls of the universe similar to those in an angry mans house. These holes are escape routes to the universe’s grueling codes of conduct. That these holes are small enough for you to squeeze your fist through but big enough to pull out giant size containers of impossibilities.
I forgot somewhere along the line, that if I squeeze my hand well enough and turn and tussle hard enough, I can pull out something magical, no, miraculous and defy the universe. That these holes were put in the wall by Gods fist, because he wants to twist the laws of the universe just to show me he can do it for the fun of it and above all for me.
I do believe if I dream hard enough and well enough
if I work hard enough and well enough
I can hold my dreams
But I also believe that there is a hole in the wall.