Midnight Thoughts

Perhaps success does not crawl into everyone's lap
The way it did hers
Is Karma a currency spent and earned?
Or does it choose like a kitten who knows some hands are softer than others?

With cruel idealism, the kitten cuddler
Promises a rich and delicious destiny
As if she dealt the cards by heart

Do not underestimate that she
Is naive
But she does not speak
If she does not believe
Every
Last
Word.