The Poet Enters

Time ticks, unyielding, pulling us forward. Spectators watch, like quiet shadows, echoes fading in the distance, safe in their stillness, unmoved.   The clock’s hands move steady, a calculated journey between moments and choices. The wanderer moves through days, heart racing with the unknown, trusting the flow of seconds.   Each choice, a step toward or away from what waits beyond the horizon of now.

The sea roars, hidden depths pull and sway.  The shore watches, safe in its stillness, quiet, untouched.   The boat rocks steady, a calculated journey between risk and reason.  The swimmer dives deep, heart racing with the unknown, trusting the pull of the tide.   Each choice, a step toward or away from what lies before us in life.

The day never goes the way I want or expected it to go; but, does that make it a worse or better day?

Feelings are an all-powerful force, The reason for what we do, how we do it, when. We cannot control them, nor avoid them, We cannot exist without them. We can only adapt, Trying to keep them within bounds we understand and can live with. We may lie about them, but that doesn’t change their truth. We can lie to ourselves, But that makes us unpredictable. We can lie to others, But that makes us unreliable. Feel what you must, But remain as honest as you can with those emotions. In that honesty, we become more dependable to ourselves, And more reliable to others.

It may be true that everyone is not out to get you or to hurt you; maybe everyone is only thinking about themselves and in those actions hurting you.

The Day is content with its actions, the rise, the progression, and the closing; in all these, it is perfect in its nature, I am not.

In reality, not all ideas are valid and may require more thought; let's hope the people in your life agree with that opinion.

I do not seek to learn, with the intention, of causing negative things to occur; I make the effort to learn new things to add positivity to my existence.