Pondering the hurtles of everyday life
The black and white of not over analyzing
It is what it is no matter how you look at it
The end result is also the only result in the end
Like running through an obstacle course
Of used up tires careful not to trip
We slip one foot into each hole and
Quickly quip the other foot out carefully
The more we perfect the rhythm
The better we are at it
He begs to question is life
What it was always going to be
Or did he have something to do with it?
Having others around can make it easier
Having others around can make it harder
His perception was only his perception
It doesn’t mean anything to be caught up
Or cavity free because ultimately
It will come around and there it is again
Someone to celebrate the wins with
That would be nice no one there to
Cheer you on that you got over that hump
I remember some elders mentioning
“Must be nice to be so young, just over there having all the fun.”
Like someone had ripped it away from them
We don’t really understand this
Consciously at the time and why would we…
When we’re busy enjoying our lives!
Before and after a pandemic
There were dreams to read more
To finally settle the scoreboard
To do all the things that
We never finished before and wanted to
But they didn’t get done
We kept doing what we wanted
What we were drawn to; fun
Eventually the box is checked
The circle is complete
After weeks and months of defeat
Life is the extreme version of this
Loud jets in the cloudy mist
He ends up on the other side of
His epidemic still wondering
When will he finish everything
And with whom will he
Celebrate the wins?
Cold air fades out
© GÄ
Poétique 