Another of those days where you’re looking forward
to it ending - it isn’t a matter of how far you’ve come
or pretending getting there was a feat, it's more fear
eroding the odds for tomorrow’s victories. And there
aren’t any free; you know consumed energy's price,
whether there'll be a discount or not isn’t in th’ cake
you’ve sliced on your plate, that you know well, like
a portentous augury in view of things yet to come
So you close the page - at least that will still be real
tomorrow; finding it may be another thing - that trial
yet to come but you’ve saved invested energy from
fate’s fickle, and as a faithful Op Sys believer know
at least they do what they’re told; so maybe you’ve
given yourself the chance to resurrect again …
© 4 August 2015, I. D. Carswell
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