Chill

I've got none.

Everything's got to happen right now. Or else it's all pointless.

The efforts, the energy expended

Charm: no clue how to use it

Ideas: no idea how to make them happen

Big network: few friends

Big dreams, bigger hopes

Even as the possibility of any of them happening

Gets smaller by the day

I have the will, the intent

What I don't have is a way

Success is vague -- 

Is it happiness found in things happening the way you want them to

Is it happiness found despite things not happening the way you want them to

Is it a constant conscious reminder to stay happy in spite of everything

Or is it paparazzi and all the bling-bling

Everything you run behind runs farther away from you

Like the same ends of two magnets

What does that say about life

Success, money, happiness come to you when you stay put

Then what's all this hustle for? 

Why can't I have more

chill?