A Life Better Lived

Some days are blurs of wishes for a life better lived

More “organized’

Properly plotted

So that the world seems

Less like

It is coming apart at the seams.

We both love and hate


And security

With its warmth

And complete mundanity.

We squirm in place

And bitch in motion

Never knowing

What our speed might be.

As we disallow ourselves

To just be.