Right at the very end,
of a to do list,
so near to the end,
when you can crumple it in your fist…
Work
It’s worth checking,
how much time you spend,
stressing over how things will go…
A narrow close up,
blinded to everything else…
When the day is done,
and the curtain has been called,
let the day be done…
We used to mock you,
fishies,
for swimming to and fro,
all day…
Sometimes there’s no need to rush,
you’ll get there when you get there,
and that’s okay…
The hardest thing you can do,
can be the smallest step you take,
when you just want to stop…
Alright everybody,
so here’s where we’re at…
Plans mean nothing,
goals mean nothing,
ideas are smoke…
That one moment when,
the Earth seems to stop below…
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