Stick a label on it.
Hold it in your hands? In your heart?
A peculiar echo of what is.
But you see, it can not be held,
no list exists of what is and is not.
Until the true entelechy of what is hit’s you, it’s what they say.
Society’s interpretation, until you find your own definition.
No Longer is success wealth
but the acknowledgement
of good health,
No need for validation,
you create your own vibration.
What an achievement was
will be switched,
the smallest goal
makes you rich.
Success is elusive, look within.
Craft your own authentic idea of satisfaction,
extract the idea of what once was,
create your own vision.
A mouthful of personal perspective,
wispered threw the ears of the credulous, rejected,
by ones that arn’t rebelious, but follow their intuition.
You can not hold,
nor see or be it.
There is no amount
to reach of it.
It’s only felt.
Finding love, respect,
learning to let go
of ego and frustration.
What is success to you?