Wonders of the Day

How do moments become real,

those that remain,

stay on the mind,

trigger our notions to react today.

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When we wake in the morning

do we decide,

today we’ll slide

our lives into a deep cavernous fault

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I remember being a child at young

and all my days

were spent with clays

modeling and forming imaginary futures

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The sun burst through the morning sky

and I decided today

would be another day

to sit and wonder about what happened

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Perhaps a little less emotion in my mind

with a callous edge

that non-caring soul

would help me live with myself again.

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I wonder about the hours that lie ahead,

and will they remain,

just more of the same

or could this be the start of tomorrow

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The wonders of the day are easily strung along

we just need to decide how far, and how long.