We wake up and plan
to smile at strangers,
and hold the door open,
and say no to anger.
But then there's traffic,
and road rage and red lights,
and cut-offs and cuss-outs,
daydreaming of fights.
Our destination is reached,
and our hands are in fists,
we stomp down the halls,
and crash by accident.
Coffee spills, papers scatter,
faces red, eye contact made,
thoughts are racing, anger raising,
a small flame ignites great hate.
We watch the scene
play in our head,
like directing a movie
and take one is red.
It's yelling and screaming,
insulting and punching,
automatic desire,
but solving nothing.
Aren't we lucky
we aren't bound by our thoughts?
We might be tempted,
but slaves we are not.
Aren't we lucky
if take one leads to
mistakes or trouble
we can choose a take two?
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
We wake up and plan
to smile at strangers,
and hold the door open,
and say no to anger.
But then there's traffic,
and road rage and red lights,
and cut-offs and cuss-outs,
daydreaming of fights.
Our destination is reached,
and our hands are in fists,
we stomp down the halls,
and crash by accident.
Coffee spills, papers scatter,
faces red, eye contact made,
thoughts are racing, anger raising,
a small flame ignites great hate.
We watch the scene
play in our head,
like directing a movie
and take one is red.
It's yelling and screaming,
insulting and punching,
automatic desire,
but solving nothing.
Aren't we lucky
we aren't bound by our thoughts?
We might be tempted,
but slaves we are not.
Aren't we lucky
if take one leads to
mistakes or trouble
we can choose a take two?
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