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appreciation
waking up in the morning
what keeps me going through the motions?
this journey means something
every living human knows this
whether consciously or not
departing, somewhat unsure
it's better to leave the comfort of home
to experience the new
resist the inclination to stay in your cave
experience your day
driving through the fog
a thick blanket in the valley
when I finally emerge
I blink and adjust my eyes
passing a girl in the grass
hunched over a notebook
scrawling hurriedly on the paper
I want to sit with her
and talk in silence
about all the things we'd like to change
I wonder, as she passionately writes
if it could be the poem of a dreamer
sitting at a stoplight
traffic goes by
all these people focused on their destination
I wonder, telling myself stories about each passing driver,
if I'd be happier as one of them
this girl and I
do we write the same things?
waiting to turn
close to my destination
someplace more like a pit stop
a car at the front of the long line
stops, unknowingly making me realize
little things do matter
letting me pass
maybe she was just doing her homework
at the last minute
