"i hate mondays"
in light of tomorrow
being whatever tomorrow may be
(in this case, its a significant,
i might reflect on those
you mean something
why that is exactly
i don’t even know at times.
i go over the short history that is my known life
and i laugh at its futility and frivolity
(although there is meaning
or was meaning in that moment,
however minuscule it may seem
things like eighth grade loves,
horribly embarrassing notes
passed in class that i still keep
locked away in a box as if
i’ll someday find great inspiration
from the hand of a 15-year-old girl.
the thought that a person can enter
the obscure “life” of yours and almost
instantaneously take hold
and forever leave
each day we take
the risk of finding such people.
maybe that’s why people turn
reclusive and avoid social interaction:
to save themselves from
that can be love
and meaningful relations.
we never fully appreciate where we currently stand
in our lives.
it takes a subtle
of self-reflection for the thought
to dawn on us that we are truly
lucky to be alive.
lucky to live in times like these.
lucky to be free.
why be selfish if
you understand this wonder that
the present truly is?
why yearn for the past
when the day has yet to be seized?
why neglect the now