“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning, torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” <>
E.B. you trap me tween savior and savor and my plans well prescribed on a yellow pad get ignored and the ignorant fool not cool
the poetry plane is my escape route but that is now a locked door, saying goodbyes, can neither save nor savor, sorry have to return your world weary wise favor
frozen on a verse, a line too far for my composing, but thanks for alliterating my stuck place