As complex as simple is.
Well, I can’t avoid it, I wish I could, but this life as I know it and have known it most of my life.
I can’t believe it,
Just one day back at my job.
And I’m exhausted.
Don’t over promise,
And don’t under deliver,
Do the best you can.
Chasing the blue lines,
Of the ruled notebook I use,
Words filling those lines.
Funny how it falls, the old mug as hits the ground, twists strangly then breaks.
Music does help me, relaxes me and cools me off, lost in random songs.
A rainy Sunday,
I get another coffee,
And the newspaper.
The work week’s loaming,
And I know there’s much to do,
One day at a time.
The rain drips outside,
And trickles down the window,
And strangely soothing.
The blocks, block me in, and restrain my written words, to standard size blocks.
The pen’s mightier, than the sword or the blogs blocks, here’s to breaking out!
It’s work tomorrow,
Still at home and I don’t mind.
Just a lot to do.
It’s a new moon phase,
Hardly noticeable there,
High in the night sky.
I like the autumn,
Changing colours, misty scenes,
And can be sunny.
The challenge is work,
The balance with book to write,
And the other things.
There’s a mounting fear,
Of the week ahead of me,
Why is it so bad?
The day is lovely,
Let’s me escape for a while,
And look up some more.
A really tough week,
I’m feeling this,
It is hard,
Blue Monday is gone.
Maintain the routine,
Finish things,
Make plans,
Agree,
Be the best you can.
Have a black coffee,
Eating well and not too much,
Get some exercise.
I’m keeping it real,
Just enough to really feel,
And keep me awake.
Preparing for it,
Not really, but it sounds good,
Take it as it come.
Sunny Sunday morn,
A cup of tea and me time.
Things stirring upstars.
Sunday’s almost done,
Will this week be good,
Or fun?
I really hope so.
Writing a book’s hard,
A lot of grind, and focus,
One page at a time.
The train heading out,
Trundles through burbs but who cares?
It is just that train.
Oops, left my notebook,
On my work desk,
what’s it say?
Depends who reads it!
Chocolate retreat,
Pretzels with nice salty tang
I rustle the bag.
Things are so hectic,
I bumped into a lady,
And she dropped her phone.
Things are so busy,
I missed meeting a good friend,
I must rearrange.
They happened Friday,
Had to sleep, restore my mind,
Get to a good place.
A few days of work,
Get my life sorted for sure,
New baby daughter.
Changes are a foot,
A yard or a mile or two.
The scene has changed now.
