The Expected

The same thing from day to day.

Expected boredom from this constant routine of red walls and late protocols.

I love my life, though it may be hard to conceive.

My mind takes me to these unseen places that give me relief yes from day to day

it gives me a release.

Life changes from paces to races.

From the path below to the outstanding post above the land where life seems to span.

There is where my love lies craving for that sense of neutrality having no opinion, being in

constant awe with the ball that dominates the galaxy.

Emptiness to courageousness the square where I reside, you transition my life in an instant

showing me the very two realities before me.

Be gentle into that deep cold as there is the beauty that holds close.

The viewpoint fooling our sight, shifting the earth with great might, impressive to the eye's

that great climb.