Wow!!!! I stopped at only three minutes.

That headline wasn't meant to be truthful at all. I've ended entirely pre-maturely, and will have to keep going now -

From this point forward, your read

ceases to get me paid,

and so maybe I'll be a tad looser,

a word which reminds me

of all the times growing

up

I was told not to be

a loser; this isn't

meant to convey anything, only

an observation, and

now we can

move

on.

This is a beautiful day, at least

from where I sit, where

war the horrors of disease,

famine and war

are ever so far away, which nearly

drops me into a feeling

of guilt, and remorse, for allowing

myself to appreciate

such atrocities

could land on anyone

else other than

me.

I compose this section with the

goal of adding a couple

of minutes of

content

before Margie arrives,

but I won't know if I've made it

until I've refreshed the

page.

She's quick, and I know she's

awake.

May someone else have published

a masterpiece from which

she could never

tear herself

away before I get

there.

Thinking of those you love being

happy is

ever a fine tactic for

distracting yourself against

dark thoughts, if your

fear may settle down,

and you can

accept happiness for

what is, and never for what

may ever

be.

I love too much, and know life

becomes or remains

bright for many,

no matter the

alternative others may

experience, and

this poem feels

having moved in the wrong direction

entirely.

This is a result of delving in

too deep, too quickly,

without allowing

yourself

to breathe prior to

embarking on

any

journey.

I know I should have stopped,

I know I should have

fixed

the title to be relevant

to the rest of

the

piece.

It's not too

late.

The pressure is real, and I've

decided to let my ego

win.

Just this one time,

it begs.

We've come this far, and you so

wanted to embark

on this

route, to be a funny

man, quick on his

feet -

But I'm

not.

This is all a farce, and not

the kind that

wins us

feeling upbeat,

but which

creates

chaos in the hearts of

the audience we swore to

enlighten and

protect.

It's now become a battleground

in itself, a play blended with

reality,

for the sole purpose

of having

completed something,

anything,

more than it already

was when all it

needed was

an adjustment

at the

top, and it'd have

been

elite.

But a few rhymes being

thrown in, almost

maybe

worthy of what we've seen others,

superior poets,

more talented writers

publish regularly -

no,

not even

close,

but look at us,

still going -

Stop it.

This is

unnecessary.

Call it a day, with love and wellbeing

as the goal for anyone

who's suffered

by following the motions

which lead them

here, because of

what

reason - because they're

bored? Because they're

tired?

Because they

love me?

We never needed to be

this, collectively,

you chose

this.

And so

I did.

It's

okay.

I'm okay.

Sincerely,

G