Friday, August 25, 2017

Fret

Nervous little ice icicle 
        Dangling from my downspout, 
Slither with a shimmy as a
        Shimmer in the sun. 
Wake the woes within your soul to 
        Lounge the day away. 
Bake away to nothingness 
        Before the dawn is done.

Blissful in your ignorance
        Thankful for the void. 
Pressureless and meaningless 
        To flit the day to naught. 
Not a chore to measure, 
        Not a treasure to be found. 
Nothing to be learned today. 
        Nothing to be taught. 

No sad crown upon your head, 
        No golden amulet. 
No responsibility, 
        No need for you to fret.

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