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How angry or zen

Are we as a county

I am certainly not exact

In my knowledge

But most people

Seem

Angry

All the hype

All the build-up

To what

For what

Is there real change in the

Air

Or just a new way to declare

More of the same

With new names

I hope the hype can settle

So we can get back to

Work

The stuff that no one

Really want to do

Except me and you

I have my own

Badge of pollution

That I make every day

As I go through the motions

I have to adhere to a higher calling

One in which I can rise

And stop falling

In the zone

From the complete

To the unknown

Created moments

Form a memory

From long long ago

Waiting to enter

Back

Into the

Zone

This word

With so few meanings

Yet one specific

Get me leaning

Towards productivity

In the early morning hours

When all is not lost

But is yet to be gained

I have

Initiative

To lay claim

To the day ahead

Go far and wide

The one I have made

With strokes

Passing

From the evening parade

I have an idea

That only can be made in time

Passing the pen through

The line

Build up

Let down

Going around

The merry go round

In a place

Far from my hometown

I hope to see a sunrise

I hope to take in the sunset

All the build

When all you have to do

Is let

Go

Can I help

When I can barely

Help myself

Worth noting

That it can’t be anyone else

Who can give the help

From my own hands

Lent for a day

Of finding friends