I watch the birds that land
in the tree outside my window,
but when I’m looking at my screen…
Work
Well isn’t just a day,
when it’s time to say,
I’ve worked from the dark,
until the sun went back into park…
When you resist a task,
for so long,
that it becomes an outsized whale…
There’s a million things,
standing in the way,
scattered on the road,
between here and success…
i was asked whether i was still in my pajamas on a work call
just because i was
doesnt mean i didnt feel attacked…
If no miracle arrives,
and there’s a wellspring of work,
waiting ahead…
It can be hard,
to see the positives,
and just say “good”…
If you stop and think too much about it,
every target is moving just a bit,
as we all spin around…
There’s no sense,
in looking up at the staircase,
and worrying about all the flights up,
that you have to chase…
Right at the very end,
of a to do list,
so near to the end,
when you can crumple it in your fist…
