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Nice and easy day
I'm feeling alert and rested
and I'm not stressing while I'm dressing
because I've not invested
any focus on the motions
of the words crawling on my screens
and I'm just starting to look
at what those headlines really mean
and it's obscene, reporters say
that it's the worst it's ever been
and I better pay attention
and I better tell my friends
and I better form opinions
in case they ask me questions
I'm barely dressed, and what a mess
the stress is so oppressing
I don't want to know the misery
I don't want to know the trauma
I know it's good to know
but if you're asking, I don't wanna!
I just need a minute
I just need to catch my breath
before another talking head
talks me half to death.
I am clenched!
But I'm not doing myself right
but holding on so tight
so I breathe in.. and I unclench.
On the clock, I know my role
my tasks are my domain
whenever there are questions
I'm happy to explain
I try to speak real plainly
work is not a place for rhyme
and I use the same vocabulary
that I used with you last time
you asked this question.
I thought the lesson
was written rather clear
and I can tell you mean your best
but it's mixed betwixt your ears
so listen here, and pay attention
It's true that I forgot to mention
this one detail, that's why we failed
but honestly this tension
wouldn't be here if you tried
a little harder to think it through
and apply the good advice
I deliver down to you!
I am clenched!
But I'm not helping anybody
holding tightness in my body
so I breath out.. and I unclench
I make a pretty picture
I write a pleasant poem
I dream about what it would take
to put one in your home
I wonder if the eyes that see me
see me clearly or if colors
mask the kind of person I am
underneath my careful cover.
If the feeling I express
in fractal graphs and verses
are secret windows to my soul
or just flashy diversions
And whether I deserve
the smiles that are meant for me
because I've done amazing things
but been lazy rather recently
and I can dream as big as trees
and wider than an island nation
but when I sit to tickle keys
I'm still lacking motivation
Regurgitating workflows,
copying myself,
frying trying to convert
expressions into wealth
Don't they see it? Don't they notice?
That I'm only pretending to be cool!
I'm still the dorky kid
who can't make friends outside of school.
I am clenched!
But I'm never going to grow
if I hold on to pain below
so I breathe deep.. and I unclench.
I'm a nervous person
I clench up quite a lot
my breathing is constricted
my stomach's tying knots
My eyes are carving lines
across the scene like laser scans
My knee is bouncing on it's own
and I'm rubbing both my hands
But I have plans for times like this
I've been building up some tools
so that when my mind is racing
I have another path to choose
I think through all my muscles
I ask each one to please release
I try to think of pushing air
to there as I slowly breathe
I tell my anxious thoughts
to watch their step within my mind
I grow flowers here with happy scents
that take me back to pleasant times
I sit in my inner garden
until the stress wanders away
and I can open up my eyes
and get on with my day.
I am unclenched.
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