From my bed to the main door

 

Every morning I take 30 steps,

From my bed to the main door.

Game for the day thus sets in motion,

30 steps determine how much I will score.

 

All the while I seek 3 lines,

What do I want to do today?

How bad do I want it?

Where do I need to improve?

 

What I want is to do better than yesterday,

And I want this feeling every single day.

I lack skills in every direction,

I suppose I am an idiot is what we should all say.

 

With these 30 I leave my house,

Ready to dance to today’s tune,

Every morning from my bed to the main door,

I set myself up as the World impugns.

Phoenix

 

Darkest nights fear from thee,

Thou who art the bearer of light.

Endless shadows that can always be,

Cripple at the Phoenix’s flight.

Blazing wings that art thy glory,

Burning heart that is thy desire,

Flaming eyes that art thy passion,

Together makes one the bird of fire.

Phoenix that ends the reign of zilch,

Only re-borns from its ash.

Darkest nights fear from thee,

Thou who harbours fire in flesh.