Run With It
Monday to Friday, 9 to 5 -
Slow, mundane pace of human life,
With a short break of Sat and Sun
On the go, nowhere to run.
24/7 chores and stuff,
We seem to never rise above.
For higher stakes and bids we pine,
Yet stuck at the horizon line.
Is there a way to set us free,
To rise above reality?
Where “must” and “have to” don’t apply,
Neither does timing “9 to 5”.
So we are free to rise and soar,
Till it becomes another chore?
How much anything is Heaven
If it occurs 24/7?
If we put our mind to it,
Realm and fantasy may fit
Into the magic of our life -
Monday to Friday, 9 to 5.
February 20, 2020
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2020
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