Being Practical

Hold it right there

It's time to stop, drop, and think

Remember to forget

Forget to remember

I'm not who you say I think I am

I think

I'll finish it when I get home


I have no apologies for trying too hard

And too little

I have an acute sense of safety

Brought on by the weight of failure

And the amazing success that comes from proper planning


I am well-dressed for the occasion

Feet on the ground, boots when needed

Firmness that's nothing to be afraid of

Nothing to write home about

Like the reporter of the world

It feels better when it lasts

And works

Sticks around

Even when it leaves

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