Shuffled feet
Shouting from pavement
Filled with snow piled black
With dirt and rocks
City people making their way
From one city block
To the next
Steps taken
In order and out of
Spring waiting
For winter to fall
Weeks away
This contest of will power
Contested against the elements
Makes me wonder
What am I doing here
Delays come in Every Shade
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Delays come in every shade
Some unintentional
Some man made
Waiting for the right time
Can be a distraction
While the postponing real resolve
Leads to the utmost dissatisfaction
Running around to wait
To see
To be there
When you need to be
Yet can all be delayed
Postponed
Forlayed
At some point
When the bags are packed
Forward progress has begun
And no looking back
Free yet cautious
Conscious decisions made
For not one more day
Can I be delayed
Guts and glory
Unlikely story
Small town roots
Strapped up big town boots
Through determination
One finds success
In this great nation
Hard work means nothing
It is expected
Luck is where
Preparation and opportunity
Intersected
So no whining about conditions
Relativity
Is a state of mind
Than definitive
Hoping and wishing is bullshit
Work it till your hands bleed
And you’ll be a hit
Small town values
Work through adverse conditions
The ethics you learn
The routine you practice
Will outrun any superstition
Consistency is key
To uniquely creating
Intentionally
Commitment to one
Undone with time
Consistency
Sets me free
Or holds on to me
It is consistent
That I will be
Is there a right
A place where you can be alright
Whether the answer is yes or no
Is there a right
Can one truly be wrong
Without any truth answered
Unresolved
Uncontested
If there is right
Can I choose this
Rather than choosing wrong
Can I choose it
Or does right choose me
Will it pick me up
Or let me be
Can I only know right
If I had been wrong
Right must appear
Through frustration and hope
But in the end I know
I hope
I can choose what was right
Because life is short
Yet days can be long
I hope that in the end
I can choose
Right from wrong
Working on waiting
Waiting to work
Life held up
Can be frustrating
Confusing
Held back
Downright
Bemusing
Pick life up
Dust it off
Get going
Go
Let go
Prepare
Live with no care
Work hard
Dedicate
Life is better
Lived this way
Runs strange
My world slowly rearranged
With challenge
Comes success
And lack thereof
We lie our trust in hope
Hoping all will go well
While there is no slowing
I arise early to heed the call
But some times there is no call at all
That is the problem facing my future
Facing what is there
And what is gone
What I have done
Talking in action
I must now react
It is as simple as that
10 feet of snow coming
Fresh bread on the counter
Waiting for the snow to come
Can’t leave
Worst storm in years
Mother nature throwing it in high gear
Dusting trees and coating drives
Glad to be warm and alive
They say it could reach 50 below
Plus at least 4 feet of snow
Today alone
Tomorrow will bring frigid air from Canada
Going be hard to see what happens to us
But we are warm
Inside a home
So there is no reason to be alone
We watch the weather and stay warm
This is the Midwest
So we come prepared
Where there is ice and wind
We burn through without a care
But this snow is different
Not quite so innocent
We will wait and we will see
What this winter storm
Will turn out to be
We lie and wait
For our inevitable
Changing fate
There is no crime in worry
All these changing events
With no grand hurry
This Thursday we depart
Lost belongings and hanging art
We long for the new feeling
Creation of our being
This is the call we are heeding
We depart in only days
So many miles away
We find new hope and worry
This will come on a normal
January morning flurry
I will win
I will lose
Winter rolls in
Laying snow
Over scars soothes
We wait
We correct
Hoping for the best
We wait for summer’s corner
Or head west
We practice
We rehearse
Taking a chance
For no small splash
But a giant burst
I remember
I will win
I will lose
For my growing heart
This is no new
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