The alarm sounds
I want to ignore it, but I don’t
The coffee pot chimes to me
I can’t ignore, and I don’t
The cold air envelopes my wet body
I want to hide from it, but I don’t
The arctic winds slap my face
I want to give in, but don’t
The commuter train chauffeurs me
I want to run from it, but I don’t
The office houses me for 7 hours
I want to escape it, but I don’t
The chores burden me every night
I want to neglect them, but I don’t
I crawl back into the comfort of my bed
Satisfied I pushed through this day
Ready to do it all again
Where do you go to think?
Reminisce, regret, and rejoice?
We ponder adventures and question those not taken.
It’s the place to consider beginnings,
But also judge the finales.
What if’s are asked
Maybe I should’s are questioned
Mental reprises trouble us.
Melodies, choruses, and chatter flow from the speakers.
I enjoy the solitude amongst the four doors.
Often alone, but at times in Company.￼￼￼￼￼
￼￼￼￼The small metal chamber is a necessity,
But oh how I need the therapy of the ride home.￼￼
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Grand ballerinas across the stage of their audience
Regal football players as they out maneuver the opponent
A mother’s attention to her prodigy’s radiance
Curtain calls on the operatic melodies
Effervescent snowflakes dancing in a moment
Featherweight champions shimmy on the gradient
Under the umbrella sheltered from the bouquet’s drink
Loving attention to her patriarch at the brink
Smile and learn to permit it
Don’t take things so seriously
Remember a lot of times it’s just not worth it
Pursue what you love rigorously
Fulfilled desires cultivates joy
Avoid that which you will regret
Times to recharge you must employ
Embrace it; it’s not a guilt beset
For if you follow these considerations
Granted to you will be unlimited commendations
Today we remember.
An unfortunate history we mourn.
We must never forget
The sacrifices forced on our nation’s pride.
May we remain strengthened and united.
Every year that passes,
We mightily must flourish.
In the end, we will defeat our enemies.
Time passes and our future approaches in an instant.
What is left may be obsolete or vintage.
Our purpose is created on rituals and habits.
Will the niche you leave have balance?
Magnanimous movements are memorialized.
Will yours be illustrious or notorious?
Cure our conceit
At times an ineptness exudes smugness
Seek outwardly for acceptance
Make your contagion breed gracefully.