There is no reason for this day
To be different than any other.
The wind is slightly chill, and the birds stick to that same mantra
Maybe just a little cheerier I suppose.
I throw sheets into the air and half the bed crumbles
A shadow remains here, still screaming and taunting.
I reach up, reach down, a daily routine
Cleanse my body of the night’s grip
Prepare it for the day’s grapple.
The sky is speckled with dust and dream
Nothing original, that solar orb, a magnifying glass
Burning its trail while I walk the same walk
Close, ever so close to my heel
I am an insect in a so much bigger world
Trying to rearrange the calendar
Create a new day, a new life
But I can never escape the march.

02/14/2008

Posted on 02/14/2008
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