Work. Most of us seem to be caught within it’s bind,
Forever mundane though its flow may be until we’re ready to loose our mind,
Though what if it were something we should consider only to quasi entail?
Something our lives should be enhanced by not revolve around or fail?
Perhaps be there an element we’ve never acknowledged much before,
Like something that’s been buried we should dare to explore,
Yet whilst we venture forth shall we record all we implore?
For most ‘rabbit holes’ can have variations galore!
Thus season vie season ‘till we’re fore wallowed and quanked,
Our imaginations disappointed on the quantifiable progression of goals that are yet to be banked,
Shall it quasi entail all we’re yet to have manifested?
Surly hope enlightens us not to seem thoroughly bested.
In times our minds boggle and we’ve increased overwhelm,
Some may suggest time be spent a moment within meditations realm,
Though perhaps also a moment where reflection should take over one’s helm,
May keep our lives in greater holistic balance aligning akin an elm.
Only then shall it be remotely wise to one’s mind,
To venture onwards with velleity to lucubrate in kind,
Remembering per-tenaciousness could divert efforts back to a bind,
Where the only reprieve is thoughts of one’s life’s elements each quasi entail, all seraphically in balance, aligned.