my life always seems
to be running ten minutes behind
like I spend most of my time
chasing an endless line
of duties and chores,
trying daily to settle the score
fighting for balance between less work
and romances more kind
I start every day in habit
with caffeine and fresh air
the day only slowly poisons
till without more coffee I can't bare
so I stop in for a hit
detouring my way home
and pay myself my dues
taking a moment to be alone
Thursday, September 18, 2008
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