We work, we wonder, get things done, yet take our losses, too;
we kill our darlings, kiss some asses, tell a lie (but not to you).
We move the mountain, cross the ocean, burn our ships…the bridges;
we throw the dice, we cut the crap, we confront, we sharpen edges.
We curse, we claim, we rock the cradle, thrive;
we scream of love of fear of joy, our harts pounding –alive alive!
We all excel, exclaim, exhale;
some get more wrinkles, more gray hair, some take a diet …fail.
We question answers, change the odds, at times we ride the tide;
we break the rules, while working miracles, or bite the dust mouth open wide.
We beat the drum, we blow your horn, or –who knows- ring your bell;
we stir the fire, make great waves, shoot horses, stars as well.
We random order, unchain hearts, we think big fish of you;
we want create believe persist; we dream, we wish, we do.
Copy Janine Wats. @ FHV/BBDO, 2001