Find Joy in the Small
Look at the sky
You look to have been a dwarf
Getting no time is an alibi art
Twenty-four hours make a day
Capable you have always been
Why don’t you write independently
Spot writing enriches an individual
Mere bumming benumbs your will
Yesism in a vibes makes you positive
Recourse to excuse curses you aye
Instead, think of the ephemerality
Time fleets, flirts, fleeces, and furs
Noone’s slave Time ticks, ticks on
We the fool want a convenient time
Doesn’t it dupe you like the mirage?
Half fleeced with the snow-white cloud,
The firmament appears to be half blue.
