puzzles, mysteries and logic
all regular parts of my day
some that should NOT be
but often are anyway
puzzles to confuse me
mysteries never solved
logic is painfully missing
it seems it never evolved
some things work out
others crash and burn
with blame always passing
seems it is always my turn
it doesn't really matter
as this too shall pass
there are still the good days
with no teeth biting my ass
persevere, chin up and onward
the future looks bright
as I look into the future
seeing the much nearer light
The end of this tunnel approaches
cessation of the particular pain
the door to a better tomorrow
unless its only the train
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
title; light train
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