Trap of Least Effort
As she prepared to go out for the evening
She thought she’d make a calculated effort
She couldn’t help but notice how long
It had been since the last time
After a bath she combed her hair and
Found a fancier top to wear
With her freshly washed leggings
She even waved a bit of an old mascara wand
Making a mental note that she’d have to remember
That extra step of removing it before bedtime
She had stopped wearing makeup years ago
Because she could not be bothered
But now suddenly she caught her reflection
In the mirror looking surprisingly good
It dawned on her how long she’d been
Living her life pretty well in her sweatpants
Following the law of least effort
She’d fallen off to the side of the racetrack
Or maybe she’d parked herself there deliberately
Plain tired of trying to play the game
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on February 9, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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