Working
I’ve returned to work to build some aircraft, but there’s little to do forward to aft.
To smirk and relax and breathe in deeply, my ears get cold so I put on my beanie.
I look to the sky with hopeful eyes, to remind myself, the sun will arise.
There is war within me but not what you’d think, it’s for peace and acceptance, the true missing link.
When we learn to struggle daily but on our own terms, we uncover where it is to be loose and be firm.
For the struggle is chosen and rightfully so, the struggle is life, didn’t you know?
It’s all about mindset, courage, and thought. Growing and learning, to be where you sought.
And it’s funny to find in a beautiful mind, how little we need to live unconfined.
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