Rolling in the routine

I work in waves
I roll my wings in dust and stand up
I jump shy but often
I hate routine, yet I have a million of them.
I innovate my life each day
I don’t know myself
I love discovering my passions and taking time to change them
My I is not defined but shaped at each bump of the way
I choose.

Late beginning

I am rushed and booed through the day
But not this morning.
Alone on the bed
I regret myself and my time,
My inner pace awakens
And I write, I read, I think
With joy and deep breaths.
The day will start later today.

Noisy job, noisy pals

I bounce in my day

from a not-so-shy alarm clock

To a vibrating train,

Reaching whistling bus.

Arrived, I am now protected

By peers and furniture.

Only the instruments do not collaborate

And offer me agitation, shaking, bubbling, and stirring

On a silver platter.

Breaking

Your body whispers

A break is needed.

Reluctant and fearful

You move your body

while your mind conputes

and forecasts experimental results.

The coffee is warm

Yet fades quickly

In the run to a career.

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