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.
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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.
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Every moment turns are made.
Heads or tails stakes are laid.
Feet on the ground, hands to the sky,
decisions reached on the fly.
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Seconds tick and weights fall.
Hours pass, cogs all.
Wheels turn to be more driven,
be thankful for the time given.
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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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