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Shall it Quasi Entail?

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.
Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

Endurance be Mine.

‘Waking up’, starting a new endeavour,
Excited for the vast array of possibility it can bring,
Unaware of the challenges to overcome ahead,
Or what skillsets you’ll learn along the path,
Before successes sunset begins to sing!

Thus as One charges forth fuelled with wonder and adrenaline,
From the mere thought of what this creation can manifest,
Never giving in to thoughts of sleep,
As it takes up time one would rather use to work away,
And once everything is set up one plans to rest…

So on continues one with learning,
Inspired by the notion of vast success,
Applying new knowledge to the task at hand,
Believing what you’re creating shall pass the test of time,
Yet not aware that others see you out to impress.

Soon your creation starts evolving!
Transforming into the masterpiece you thought it would,
Though something seems off, clogged, not revolving,
Even with all your work to get it to the point of near perfection,
It’s clearly missing something to turn it to great as it should.

Thus you delve head first into troubleshooting,
Trying to figure out whatever could be wrong,
Doing your best to just keep trying though nothing is computing,
You walk away, defeated, deflated, confused,
Unaware this whole time the universe has been merely tuning in your song.

Then just as you’re ready to give up completely,
A flicker of hope reignites your dampened spark,
Endurance now renewed to make the climb so steeply,
That it ripples out to all it can reach,
Lifting others to find their own way through the dark!