a slow hand finds the shorter way
while the sweat-drenched push boulders uphill
the observant lean back, eyes narrow
watching the gears turn, catching shortcuts
not all effort deserves a standing ovation
some acts demand more thought than muscle
the lazy man sees the cracks in the wall
finds the door nobody else tried opening
he skips the toil, trims the fat
clears the rubble without lifting stones
the clever ones know when to stop, let go
why waste blood if the brain can do it?
innovation is born in the quietest corners
where hands are still, minds roll forward
call him lazy, but he smirks, amused
he\'s earned his place by doing less, smartly