Fancy Free
Routine, mundane no thrill to be
A rock of sorts that sits quietly
Along the road to no where ville
Depleted stretch of standing still
Often you think out of the box
But fail to act for chicken pox
Has kept you where you've stayed this day
Instead of stepping out to play
Life its said is much too short
To try maybe arrange and sort
To the last breath you shall breathe
There's more to it yet to conceive
A glass of wine in hand maybe
Will get things started for you to see
There's so much more that does await
Outside yourself denied these dates
Fancy free does come to mind
A choice all yours to take some time
To smell the roses as some say
Wake up to more than coffee today
Learn a language foreign fluent
Maybe meet them with your accent
Who knows what waits just past your door
Soul mate to love, a dance yours stored
Two left feet will right the wrongs
A weaker soul becomes now strong
Because they saw to tear the walls
That keeps prisoner where many fall
Live life and love and you may see
What is too short amazingly
You'll be astonished at what could be
Of you holding back your destiny
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