business as usual
a brush with death
chance to change the world
comes but once in a lifetime
if at all
this path goes nowhere
or so it seems
sun shining from heaven
fading like a weeping child
something has to break
shut down
turn off
only to start back up again
like a weather vane
finding new direction
in rearview headlamps
flashing blues and reds and whites
gaining ground
reawakening borderline paranoia
inching ever closer to the edge
you pause and check
off more boxes
recalling particular vow to never
bow to the pressure
gliding back to earth
you land once again on your feet
resuming the journey
as if it’s business as usual
january two thousand eighteen
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all rights reserved
jdubqca 
despondent makes me sad
oh, I’m sorry
John, this is really incredible. You should be very proud of your work.
Shawna, I appreciate you visiting my little poetry place and leaving your thoughts and comments.
Still true.