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Stolen Moment
Demands and obligations define my day;
Stressing out, my soul in total dismay.
I feel like my brain is squeezed in a vice;
My job pays good, but at what price.
My eyes dart back and forth searching;
Life presses in tight, I am now lurching.
I run to the rooftop, seeking the sun;
Before my life becomes totally undone.
The city is laid out down below my feet;
Looking over the ledge, down at the street.
I feel the cool breeze blowing in my face;
I breathe deeply, falling away is the rat race.
I see the silliness of the madness of work;
It had driven me to my limit, I'm going berserk.
Slowly, life gently falls back into place;
Finding my peaceful center, a slower pace.
Ten more breaths, and I feel like a new man;
Recharged to face my job again, yes I can.
With a burst of creative energy, an idea‘s birth;
My stolen moment tunes me to Mother Earth.
26Jun10
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