Sometimes I feel like
I'm drowning in the mundanity
of everyday life,
swimming against a cold, harsh unrelenting
stream
Every so often, a colorful fish
comes my way, oh what joy!
and the journey, the incessant trip
is somewhat improved.
I might find
a nice-looking stick
floating by
every so often,
or a plank of wood, which I climb on
and you know, it's not so terrible anymore(!)
until I'm bored when I stand
on a plank of wood while others
swim, not much else to do
and I jump into the water,
Oh hey, it's not so bad anymore!
- Aug 29, Seattle office downstairs
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