There’s nothing going on with me.
I do not sleep that well, it’s true,
But in today’s economy,
There’s much to think about, and do:
Societal inequities,
And spiritual eschewing —
There’s nothing much for me to do,
Except, to just keep doing.
Some ask me why I post so much:
The words keep dancing in my head;
They follow me into the streets,
And haunt me while I lie in bed,
Like circles made of rumination,
Choices, always ruing —
And how, now, do I handle this?
Get up, and just keep doing.
I’m hidden in plain sight, my diagram,
And much more what I do than
Who I am
Much that’s going on
Becomes, full stop,
Much that never really went.
We waste our worry
As directed
And never realize it.
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