#objectives
A singular urge is a first,
reach out and stretch to grasp what's ahead.
Craving the crest of a wave,
we're high on the day as it's made.
Each is a slave where emotions are led,
fixed with impatient aches when we age.
Hard to remember which intentions were sent,
resetting said objectives of late.
Targets in sight from the white of your eye, these short lived events curl up in death.
Less than a wisp as it fades into air,
rolling along to reclaim what we shared.
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC
sit down; Mexican standoff
side saddle head cocked
readily shot-stare asunder
to paper/pen & the
grinning wince.
employment; where are you
now? You, in current state
gaseous coagulation, you
neither “in the mix” or
ahead.
bullet point; list thoughts
& aspirations, where you
thought you ought to
wish you were here!ing
and not.
T&C; going forward agree
to meet the anticipated
expectations as if you
wore that crown to say
"you own you".
handshake; the formality
contracts its bindings,
and the paper witness
writ as statement that
we will
do this again sometime.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC