In the beginning -

I was a white paper,
majestic, white and pleasing.

I was filled with ink of multitudes of colors,
crushed between two hot sheets.
My whole body was burning,
like in a hot coal fire -
but without any smog or soot.

Then, I was looked upon
examined by disappointed eyes,
Crumbled, fumbled and tumbled.

Then, I flew into lazy river,
wet, cold, damp, squishy.

Finally,
I am at Nirvana.
now I lost myself.
no longer exists as me,
rather just part of the flow.

I don't like polling,
I don't like waiting,
Give me an event!

Polling is boring,
Waiting is wasting,
event - act now!

Swarm, Swim,
break the dam -
The Salmon must flow!