In Irons (Impromptu Poem)

[learnteach]

I can fell several breezes blowing
And I need movement whereever I'm going
But no course can I set, it all feels so strange
It's hard to change in the face of unknown change--



The house, the wheels, the body, the cash;
If I don't fix them all this life will crash.
Time and money are but energy;
Neither passion nor commitment any enemy

The contracts fled and I don't know what's next
My working on projects with breaking is hexed,
Just finding my shorts takes almost an hour,
it's hard to build momentum or power...

It's all in change, it's all in flux;
Do what can, but frankly it sucks
Knowing that it all will change every day,
and feeling the obligations pulling away.

The teaching thing hasn't worked out so well
(Truth told, it was closer to some sort of hell)
and to make all of my plans and my composure go mad,
just have to say, well, one word: Dad.

It's not hard on the seas of chaos to surf,
but watching things rot is devoid of mirth
It's Monday and I don't know what can get done...
Perhaps it's time to go drink out in the fall sun
(But obligations will eat me until SOMETHING is done)

aaaaaargh

tell me why, I don't like Mondays.

Vacuumed the living room, but the cleaner is only so-so.
Working on some church calls. Cleaning rooms and backyard.