It turns out it is easier to write the occasional poem than to finish any of my short stories. (Alas, I'm too lazy for my own good.) Anyhow, here is my latest attempt to satisfy my desire to create something other than a project schedule or a meeting.
The world is what it is man
You can step off it
If you can
And why does it go where it goes
Who knows
I only know
I don't know
(That's so)
The world is what it is
Man
A thinking man thinks
About thinking
A doing man does
What he can
And all of the others
My sisters and brothers
Are waiting for something to land
The world is
What it is
Man
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