You wake with the sun's rays ploughing your skin Though on all other days you would curse the a.m. And the beckoning clutches of labouring work Today you feel like it’s best to begin With headphones plugged deep in your ears Your footsteps - a pulse that beats on concrete A background soundtrack for bustling life And the city’s a stage on opening night Sometimes you walk but it feels like you run Though rushing toward no place by design Just passing the time that’s speeding past you Left in its wake - one less morning to hate So don’t stay in bed. When you’ve been given a chance, take it. When you get a lucky break, make it. When you give your word, keep it. When you sense a kiss, steal it. When you catch a moment, live it. Whether it’s joy or sorrow, feel it. For nothing is here to stay. - vktr
I write down shower thoughts and pretend they're poetry.