Isolated Journeys

Oh my goodness, where to begin,
weeks now past and still locked in.
Mornings start in the usual way;
coffee at sunrise most every day.
Reflecting on the dreams of night,
eyes open to a new day’s light.
A mind wanders to paths ahead,
reminiscing of the forks that led.
Every moment turns are made.
Heads or tails stakes are laid.
Feet on the ground, hands to the sky,
decisions reached on the fly.
Seconds tick and weights fall.
Hours pass, cogs all.
Wheels turn to be more driven,
be thankful for the time given.
Points of view take their toll.
Family and friends make us whole.
Tomorrow’s here when yesterday’s past.
Enjoy life now, it doesn’t last.



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