Not Every Day…
I didn’t do as much
I never do as much
As my mind wants my body to do
Some days are okay
Others are bad
A few days are good
Not every day is sad
I think of all the dreams I had
Just yesterday
Of starting a business, doing inventory,
Finishing a book or something
Writing and reading one or something
I didn’t finish
Too much daydreaming
And
Not every day is ideal
for getting everything done
I still won
In my mind I am something of a late bloomer
Start slowly,
Develop low key
Finish big
Geez look at me
Dreams of being wealthy
Wealthy enough to be indebted to
My creditors, editors
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The gatekeepers of freedom
I have all these books
But won’t read them
I think too often
Daydream a lot
I’d rather re-envision them
Rewrite them
I do it in my mind
Retell all of those stories
Especially the ones that bore me
Of history, love, and war
Wrote notes in the margins
Crooked letters
Critiques of letters formed as words
Too many syllables
Tell me simply what happened.
Like if you don’t use enough convoluted language
I can’t appreciate what happens
I already know
Because I live the consequences of your stories
That’s why your renditions of years past
Romantic notions of righteousness
Bore me
If I ever get around to finishing that book
You know…
reading and writing one or something
I’ll tell you
But not every day is ideal for getting everything done.
Six Elann
