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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the workshop of my waking hours, I am the maker of my own day, Crafting moments with a DIY attitude, Twisting fate's threads with hands unbound. At 6 AM, I pick up my tools, Coffee grounds and ambition, Mixing the elixir of caffeinated dreams, Stirring in the alchemy of determination. The clock ticks, a relentless metronome, 11:11 winks, an angelic muse, As if the universe has a sense of humor, A cosmic jest in numerical ruse. "Make a wish," they say with a smirk, As if dreams were granted in seconds, But I'll forge my own destiny, thank you, With sweat and grit, not ethereal reckonings. No celestial arithmetic can guide these hands, Turning the wrench of daily toil, In the cacophony of self-made symphonies, I dance with chaos, a rebel in the coil. Lunchtime, a respite from the assembly line, Sandwiches wrapped in brown paper, I nibble on the crumbs of inspiration, Savoring the taste of self-made capers. The afternoon sun spills its golden ink, I dip my pen into the daylight, Scrawling plans on the parchment of possibility, Mapping out a future, bold and bright. 5 PM, the whistle blows, a release, Yet the DIY Day is far from done, For in the studio of the evening, I sculpt my leisure, a masterpiece begun. Dinner is a feast of flavors and reflection, A banquet of self-appreciation, 11:11 appears again, a cosmic wink, Mocking the notion of divine intervention. "Make a wish," it whispers with a smirk, But I've outgrown such whimsical fancy, For in the sweat of creation and the grind of will, I find my muse, not in numbers but in the dance of circumstance. So, here's to the makers of their own destiny, The dreamers who wrested the real from fantasy, In the DIY symphony of moments and minutes, We find our purpose, our own sweet serendipity.
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