In the morning rush, what a sight to behold,

A broken shoelace, all tangled and old!

With each step I take, a mournful sound,

Hobbling along, feeling earthbound.

Oh, the irony, the humor so dry,

In this tiny mishap, a dramatic sigh.

But fear not, I'll march on with flair,

In this comedy of life, I'll dare to care.

For even in shoelaces' tiny schemes,

There's a tale of dreams and broken seams....

It’s kind of late.

This writings not great.

But I have write to today!

Or my streak will run astray…...

Sometimes I wonder what the point of existing is.

Why do we toil daily like slaves under the harsh scalding sun?

Wouldn’t we all be better off six feet under?

A dark place where the sun can’t reach us.

Where the perils of life can no longer torment us.

Perhaps if I were dead I’d be happier, more content with my nonexistence.

Perhaps then I wouldn’t have to worry about my husband leaving the toilet...

Sometimes in daily life, things get tough,

Not too crazy, not too rough.

Just small problems that come our way,

Let me tell you about one today.

A missing sock or a phone that's dropped,

These things can make our patience stop.

Not a big deal, just a little pain,

But they can drive us a bit insane.

A slow red light when we're in a hurry,

It might make us feel a little bit worry.

But it's not the...

Step, step, bang.

Feel a pang.

I stubbed my toe.

Feel the woe!

Then I swore

At the door

Twinge of pain

I complain

I check for blood

From the thud

I stubbed my toe!

I want Bordeaux…...

The train is blaring its horn, angrily

But the sound only puts me at ease

It’s a familiar sound

Like a lullaby, ringing out

It tells me I’m safe and can sleep

But where are you now?

Nowhere I have found

And yet, I feel you’re not far

In the smallest of towns

I wish your voice sounded loud

as the train, so I could know where you are

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Rammed into the doorframe

Now held up in the air

I hop

Pain sharp and

Throbbing

My mother, behind me,

Asks if I’m alright

Yes, I say

Still clutching my foot

Still stumbling

Just stubbed three of my toes

Well don’t do that!

No one likes a show-off…...

It’s continuous now

Work

iPhone, laptop,

Headphones,

Car stereo

Desktop

On the train

In the park

In office

Home and away

That’s bad enough

Then there’s interoperability

That subtle thing

About how technology talks

To each other

Expected to work without

Subtle language, empathy, power

Just co-operate to get things done

And when it doesn’t quite work

It can bring a grown man to tears

Thinking about...

Wake up, they say. Nothing gold stays. But I no longer want to be the thunderstorm that rages; for their words leave me feeling cold, empty, and hectic…

Troubled times, with cosmic rays. Seems I found the space, where folks like to chew their brains. But these virtual persecutions no longer concern me. I’d rather be the fidlar on the roof; that the world just lets be. I’m exhausted and nauseated ...

Engineered dreams have reason, mystical signs have rhymes. Life’s a mystery looking forward, and a science looking back. Either way you look, the present is life, time’s balancing act....