I know the days are long right now.
Fatigue of concentration:
It shows upon you, every day,
But that is your vocation —
To think, to solve, to work, to do,
To make it all come right:
Those keep you busy all the day
And partway through the night.
But what you do’s important, and
You’re good at it – the best –
Just know: love will be waiting when
You finally get
To rest
[Relationships are often as much about this as anything else. – Owen]
That cannot be my dang alarm.
I’m not sure where I’m at;
I just lay down, I swear I did,
I am one tired cat
Just give me four more hours,
Make that six. No – make it eight;
A little bit of napping, and
I’m sure that I’ll feel great
But ugh. The sun is coming up,
And I’m a stupid prat:
I need to go to work, but man –
I am
One tired
Cat
In life, we’ve got a walk to take
To get to where we need to be;
So slip or stumble, still we make
Our way towards our destiny:
So make your destiny your dreams.
Keep moving as you ponder, thus:
The dream you have’s worth walking to;
Life rarely brings our dreams
To us
a corporate day, and frazzled me,
but dreaming of tranquility;
these idle daydreams, wherein i
am somewhere with the birds
and sky
The illustrated chaos that’s my daily working life
Is constant agitation, cogitation, ache and strife
I’m not glad that it’s Saturday: the day means nothing, really,
For I should be at home instead of work (at least, ideally)
I chose the life of math to turn the chaos into order:
If I could just rewind my life, I’d throw out the recorder
For clamor and disorder are the hallmarks of my day:
Just illustrated chaos,
Corporate life in
Cabaret
This is me at work. It’s been a long day,
And still, there’s much to do before I’m through;
To be beleaguered’s not all that recherché,
But even badger-servants
Overdo
