A Daily Science

Is there a science

To the perfect day

From start to finish

No other way

Of looking at the same

Pieces to the puzzle

Hiding from the fears

Embracing the struggle

These are the acts

Behind making the most

Of the moments we are given

Punctured

The lightest of hopes

Punctured

Through the poles of

Life’s complicated

Choices and decisions

When it’s ruptured

It brings in the world

Of the lonely incision

That hopes must underlie all

Ambitions

From the plans we make

To the dreams we are

Wishing