is it noon yet?
my mind slips adrift
for there is no better time
for my work day to eclipse
a moment of freedom
a moment of bliss…
a morning edured through
the promise of this.
whether realized or not
occured so often it’s lost its spot
I wouldn’t find it concievable
for the day to veer from its plot
my moments of sanity forever
encapusalted by a forget me not.
break from work
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