To Produce
Day by day we can think of things to do,
That which we deem important,
That which yields productive results,
But the definition of productivity remains a chameleon.
It morphs with us hearing our thoughts,
Changing from business to leisure,
Changing from work to sleep,
But there is one color my chameleon frequents.
It warrants a striking color of love,
Aiming to strengthen and build,
Aiming to produce positive emotions,
However at times I fall short, very short.
The spinning arrow of fault belongs simply here,
Resting on my face with unbreakable resolve,
However, I must not lose sight of that goal,
I shall not become blind to that which I wait so patiently for.
Notes
POSTED Saturday February 6th
About Me
...been sitting at home at 3 am in the morning wondering about what people would feel when they read your thoughts, your dreams, your ideas? You begin to think about the times in the past where writing about these kinds of things was basically a huge piece of your life. I stare at the page, much like I have done many times before and see a place in which I can dump the abundant thoughts in my head. I sit here, write here, and wait, simply to see the reactions of my friends, enemies and those that I have not met yet.
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