Jeremy C Kester

a poem

Tasks take over as foot falls
Each a purpose; each a ritual
Little left to conscious thought
Thinking brings misery anyway
Knowing of what suffering comes
Life might be suffering
But it doesn’t mean I yearn for it
Of how ritual pushes me

I wish to stay here
In bed, sleeping a wild dream
Until I notice I am not home
Another unwanted ritual
Tasks designed by others
Accepted at one time and now habit
Could I change it?
Or would that be too much effort?

Darkness teases the land as it wanes
A trick of night giving way to sun
Coffee helps open my eyes
Ready for the day ahead
Reluctant as I may be
Life still must be lived in mundane steps
I’ll keep at this ritualistic dance
Hoping one day I might build another

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