My zone

Like a panoramic balcony

Or a fast black bike,

My zone fits me.

Pins my feet down and my fingers up,

While my thoughts travel and evolve

Planning my version of my future.

It has a fresh breeze

Even when indoor

And always has a START sign.

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Active waiting

Little second and endless minutes
Of inactivity
Decorate my day
While surfing the web of paying attention
To the greedy phone.
I feel their emptiness and their frustration.
I fill them with mindfulness and self-consciousness.

Cycle of this life

Repeat and renew
Is a motto for work and for life.
Myself, my interests, my failures
Are resurfacing over and over again
In the cyclical time.
I run naked to make this cycle
Consistent with who I am,
Yet new and innovated
To move ahead.