One of those days…
Sometimes I want a life of pleasure
that I can enjoy at leisure.
But my days are sour
and my life’s quite dour
rather than something I treasure.
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Philosophy in a [teacup]
I pour myself another drink
while I take some time to think
about tomorrow
on time I borrow
from a life that ends in a blink.
Effort
I’m completely soaked with sweat
but I’m still not there quite yet.
I have to face this trial,
and struggle all the while,
or my dream becomes forfeit.
Weary
I’ve got so much wear and tear
from being dragged here and there.
I’m a bit depressed,
and I need some rest,
or I’ll fall into despair.
Shrouded in song
I wear each and every note
like the finest winter coat
that keeps me quite warm
through the raging storm
of a world at my throat.
Making memories
Though we didn’t know just yet,
on the first day that we met
when I took you by the hand
and said, “I understand,”:
a memory we won’t forget.
Comfort
When I need a little touch,
I need you to do as such:
hold me ‘round my waist –
quick, with all due haste.
Is that asking for too much?
End of my rope
I can’t help being such a mess
from all this goddamn, fucking stress.
I’m bursting at the seems
and just about to scream,
but you don’t care – so I digress.
Morning rituals
Some mornings as my mind awakes
and I shake off the nightly aches,
I crawl out of bed,
try to clear my head,
and stumble off to make pancakes.
On the wings of faith
I bite back the urge to cry
and decide to give it one last try.
My eyes I close,
my fate – who knows
as I tip backwards into the sky.
A (wise) man of two faces 