Winding Down

It seems that with things winding down

My face often turns to a frown.

An easy rhyme? Yes,

But they're sometimes the best,

And I'm not in the mood to astound.

I'm talking about the semester.

There was more of it, now there is lesser.

In these final days

It certainly pays

To work hard and be a good jester.

Pyrrhic Victories

It sometimes feels like they don't count.

The right temperature

It's so hard to find.

Strange

It's strange that you sometimes need to take things completely apart before you can correctly put them back together. There's probably a lesson in that somewhere.

Work

Why don't things just?

Time

Obscure, no matter the definition.

Immobile, no matter what the Prince of Persia says.

Precious, as so many songs attest.

Fleeting, no matter what may be relative.

Unforgiving, as wrinkles and scars show.

Irretrievable, that's just a fact.

We can kill it or throttle it,

Squeeze or cut it,

What's with all the time abuse?

Running Places

I'd rather drive.

Eleven hours

Behind the wheel

Or twiddling thumbs beside.