Do what you’re called to
do. Though it may result in
failure, no regrets.
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Do what you’re called to
do. Though it may result in
failure, no regrets.
Weighing sleep against
productivity, I write
into a new day.
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.
West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.
Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?
Buying a domain
name to monetize content.
The new bourgeoisie.
How apt. A bright snow
white day cleans the slate for our
future perfect selves.
In optimism
we cross the starting line of
the rest of our lives.