Crystallized bloodstreams,
Metaphysic districts of perpendicular thought.
Stop thinking such thoughts
And
Worry about your 401(k)
I chose an abstract frame of mind
To wrap around paintings of the future.
Others use robo-routines.
Bird people
Chirp down coffee.
On daily commutes.
All day, all night.
No more play.
Work, work, work.
My way around it?
I found it.
Deep in a 3rd shift epiphany.
No material needs.
A view of different ways to succeed.
Consume to consume is what ruins most.
Excess is the beast of greed.
Taking everything for self.
Plus, more than you need.
Wearing gloves of self sufficiency,
I am efficiently careful not to exceed my means.
By any means necessary,
But
Not necessarily all the time.
Travels are in need.
Even for the most discipline of minds.
My treats just happen to coincide
With what I truly need.
Books.
Shoes.
Art supplies.
I consider my true luxuries.
(excerpt from 3rd shift Epiphanies: Chronicles of a gas attendant.)
-Today's daily poem
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