Invisible

All real striving
is in secret,
and all real effort,
invisible.

There was this other guy who would sometimes tell his own inner dialogue, “You might as well keep your suggestions to yourself, I ain’t running a fuckin’ democracy here.”

He who goes alone
doesn’t have to
likewise return.

Are the nights getting shorter, or you hearing quicker?  It has gotta be one or the other, right? (On this planet I’m not sure that’s even a question.)

Those who can, do, and those who can’t, think about it, and those who can think about it, do, and those who can’t, still think about it.  (Fair’s fair everywhere…except this one planet I heard about…)

J.