day off

I don't know what I want
but I want it now.
I have no idea
about how others feel it,
I know I feel as I was a god.

I open my notebook,
write two lines
and close it.
Still pure gold.

I look at the ceiling,
the ceiling looks at me.
"Hey yo motherfucker,
what you looking at?"
Part of the process.

Keep on laying on the floor,
waiting on the screen,
not doing anything valuable.
Still part of it.

If I could I'd work twenty hours a day.
You don't know me,
you don't know what's into my head,
you don't know how I can use it.

Until then I'm just a stone.
Just you wait.

Kike Res - Ven10