Long term

A wedding may need a bride

But a marriage makes a wife.

Why focus on one day

And not invest in a whole life?

Being first may be fun

But it is far worse waiting for everyone else

To catch

Up

Boredom prevails and any victory goes stale.

Rushing a journey

May make the destination arrive quicker.

But a lifetime’s experience

Will reduce to a flicker.

Satiate the now

For the potential of never.

There is no point in the future

If today is the forever.  

The longer the term the more that is earned.

The shorter the term the more likely a return. 

Back to school feeling

That back to school feeling.

The nights are slowly creeping in and the mornings are fresher.

Condensation is forming on my windows in the morning

And the thought of autumn is slowly dawning.

The summer is admitting defeat and has to greet the winter’s chill.

Gone is the thrill of the holidays and now is the time of hibernation

And black tights.

Electric lights illuminate my dreary drudge from central heating to central heating.

Nature’s heat waves now seem like a fleeting moment that I didn’t fully appreciate.

Why am I never prepared for the inevitable change in climate?

Why only now do I regret not being outdoors as much and such?

Oh, silly fool

It’s just that back to school feeling.

No new is good news

No news is supposedly good news

But the silence is deafening.

My confidence is lessening and developing into chariness, wariness.

Irritation: silence is not golden and I’m beholden to anxious thoughts.

My information totals to nought.

Caught in the limbo of wanting to know the answer but not wanting to be present to receive it.

Leave it.

Nothing can be done now but wait for the bearer of bad news or the golden ticket.

How annoying this snippet of time seems to consume the present,

When it will simply be a yesterday this time tomorrow.

Until then, time will drag, minds will overturn, and hearts will yearn to learn of the anticlimactic outcome.