The Echoes They Are
Impersonal processes
demons of the past
ghosts of choices not made
haunting the corridors of the mind
like the echoes they are
You are here
no need for regrets
but the processes
press their case
like Teamsters
whose services
are no longer needed
Take note, take heart
it isn't personal
you aren't the only one
Don't get stuck in grooves
explore new avenues
you need not be content
with the same old mediocrity
turn it on its head
become one of the undead
You're here
you're alive
the funeral song hasn't yet
been sung
get up
take heart
the sun is shining
let's see what's waiting
to be explored today