Why can’t I be consistent?
every day to exercise..
Work, then play, then slave away
on a designated enterprise.

Each and every day the same
a small part done each time.
Just think of all that I could do
on a continuous timeline!

But mine, in bursts of energy,
sudden flames engulf and seize;
Mine not burdened with the clock
the tides or gentle breeze.

It comes and goes, I know not when
and passion in the yearning.
And passion, too, when in the fire,
ablaze and red-hot burning.

Why can’t I be consistent
a little every day…..
Might as well request the tides
to
   only
      move
one 
way………



by
D.
K.
Walk
    er

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