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Questions

some day
might I add up
to a portion
of the sum of my dreams,
might I find the courage 
to be who I am
while realizing my potential -

or is it one or the other?

do I ask too much?

Sunrise

morning sky, a frescoe
of muted blue
and puffy, pink-hued white;

the birth of light
rising over rooftops
a new opportunity is born

Work

when my reckoning comes 
these days won't matter
(if they ever did), 
that I pushed, stretched
to my limits and beyond
instead of taking in a fiery sunset
won't be worthy of a footnote
in the annals of time,

so why put myself
through such grueling paces:
it's what I watched,
it's what I know,
it's how I sleep at night,

I don't know how to stop
so I drive on
another plough-house in the field