poemetry

2021-8-10

adjusting
on the fly
to a life
(mine)
that seems
never
to change
at all.
the burden
is on
me
to do the
changing,
and i
accept
the challenge
except
the challenge
seems to be
miles beyond
my abilities.
my life
(this life)
plods on
as ever
and i look
anxiously
hopefully
for that
moment
for that
glimmer
of hope
where i can
a ha!
and then
feel a
fresh breeze
see a
new path,
all of which
befuddles me
sitting here
in my
same-old
as-it-ever-was
wishing
i knew
what the hell
it is
i am
wishing
for.

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