it is an ordinary day,
one with the chores
fully engaging.
Engagements the personal
ones, bathing, eating
exercising.
along with cooking,
washing, cleaning
altogether so pressing,
feel a bit angry
as why I have to do this
day in and day out.
I laugh at myself,turning
foolish, introspecting
uneven terms.
These schedules have
to be done regularly
for the sake of living.
I become a child once again
behaving childish, thinking
quixotic.
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