The Snow Must Go On
Don't you wish your life was as simple as a snowflake's?
Right, I watch through window
the slow snowy miracle
plain white flakes glide down
graceful, effortlessly prominent, poised
and purposeless
in their silent left-right gliding descent
to the ground without a sound
Unlike in my head, no silence left
as I look to my left to find hectic
heaps of homework and thoughts
about the labourious deadlines
that leave my spirit dead, indeed
by robbing all time dedicated to my well-being
and feeding these hours to the
unquenchable monster of work obligations
But purpose lies in these many labourious deadlines
Lines of essay due tomorrow...and tomorrow...and tomorrow...
and tomorrow's purpose to me is unbeknown
But the show must go on
The snow must go on
almost mocking my fast-working fury with its slow steady pace
The flakes must fall
leaving me in awe at their perfect purposeless purpose
Making me wish my greatest feat was merely
a graceful, gliding left-right rhythm
floating between the clouds
instead of between deadlines
About the Creator
Imani- Amour
Where I come to unleash the stories, analysis, poems and adventures that I daydream about when I should be studying Chem...adventure with me!
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