Poetry

No Peace (#914)

Is there no such thing as peace?
Because the things to do never cease,
There’s never free time in which to bask,
Because there’s always some must-do task,
It drives me crazy beyond belief,
That I can’t catch a spare moment of relief,
I might get an inch here or an inch there,
But a real span of free time is rare,
I dream of a day where all I need to do is what I want,
Where errands are replaced by the occasional carefree jaunt,
I dream of a day where work doesn’t make my head throb,
Where I’m the boss and sole judge of my job,
I dream of a day where all my stress can have release,
Where finally I can get some semblance of lasting peace.

Any Thoughts?

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