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I open my eyes,
rub my face, and sigh out loud.
Haste starts to set in.
Get up on my feet.
No clue what I dreamt about.
Jaw sore from clenching.
Off to the bathroom
for my morning ablutions.
Damn light hurts my eyes.
Then to my cushion,
I start up the Timer app,
bowing to myself.
I meditate quick,
just enough to sit and breathe.
My mind still racing.
The room is pitch black.
I move to my desk for light,
pen and journal out.
Three pages of thoughts,
pondering this crazy life.
The one that I chose.
My head starts to clear
and the fog begins to lift.
Feeling better now.
Time for the shower.
Warm water wakes and soothes me.
I’ll shave if I must.
Prep for the office.
Business casual attire.
What a lame-ass phrase.
A breakfast of eggs,
thanking my hens for laying.
Give some to my pup.
The girls are up now.
Noise begins to fill the house.
Everyone rushes.
I wish them good day,
and off I go in my truck.
Won’t be back for hours.
I pull in the lot,
taking in the sun and sky.
I breathe and then sigh.
There’s not enough time
to do everything I wish.
Bills need to be paid.
So I give my time
to a job that treats me well,
but can’t warm my heart.
I watch the sun set,
as I walk back to my truck.
Where did the day go?
I fill my lungs up
with the fresh air I longed for.
Returning home tired.
With a few hours left,
I replenish my body,
my heart, and my soul.
There’s not enough time
for me to do everything
that I want to do.
Head on the pillow,
I think about tomorrow.
Will it be the same?
Here’s the deal I say:
If it weren’t for the busy,
I wouldn’t be me.
I am here to work
and provide for my family.
So sleep soundly now.
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