Grand

Was that my chance?

Waking freely at 8:00 a.m.?

 

The sun shot through my window. It touched my eyes.

The next thing my eyes saw was a phone.

 

10 minutes of remembering what led up to this.

Swiftly it went. I began the day.

 

Wheeling, wind blowing.

Waste management, youth burning it.

 

Kindness once was what we knew.

Now we know sweat, brilliance, resilience.

 

Two miles away from it.

My soul is what you make of it.

I focus on the positives,

but clearance is the voice behind it.

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