Saturday, October 2, 2010

Each New Day

Happily hoping for righteous joy
Recognizing life is my personal toy
Sleepily slipping into silky dreams
Envisioning wildly successful schemes
Drafting plans of never ending success
Not acknowledging how life is a mess
Talking to the wonderfully wise and erudite
Straining to understand complexity with all my might
Reasoning that life can be noble and grand
Seeing what’s wrong and taking a stand
Breathing the freedom that wafts through the air
Dancing and laughing with nary a care
Hugging and kissing and loving a lot
Trying to appreciate all that I’ve got
All seems possible all is within reach
So once again I head into the breach

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