A conversation today with a friend of mine, kept rotating about this subject of finding our lives defined by these colorful calendars and appointment books. The idea that we have adapted so well to this, that we often look for a the ratio of free versus blocked out times, that we have learned to become acquainted with slots and segments of the day. And it is often in between these busier and not so busy slots we reminisce the idea of looking at a day as a whole, we romanticize summaries of the week in our heads and ways in which we wish to plan out our year. I write to our love for chaos in between order, in between slots of calendar days and the hope we keep writing & dreaming just the same, "anyways"
Calendar Days
I wonder between the red and blue, the empty spaces that are filled by appointments too,
The calendar days at the start of the year, the running around and finding things to do.
The to do lists are close, they are set in motion from time to time,
When the beginnings are between spaces in the sign up sheet, the empty ones that you can find.
The hard work, the summaries, the accomplishments in time,
And between moments of self doubt that surrounded you , and some that freed your mind.
The times that have let you be, and those where you bounced in between,
The calendar days that are earmarked for you, and the absent days that lay unseen.
We are somehow surrounded by a structure we feel, the chaos no longer makes sense anymore,
We are creatures of habits and spaces and places, and familiarity like ever before.
We are broken at times, we fall from high ground and yet we manage to dust ourselves,
We are defined somehow by appointment books, and the reasons we have a calendar which we share now.
Find time in between my daydreamer, my friends, my travelers of a span within the hours of a day,
You are written by so much more than colors on the walls, you are meant to dream your way.
For many who will find this year tougher at times, we all hit our walls from time to time,
But it is just important to know that at the beginning and the end, we get to choose the walls we climb.
Calendar Days
I wonder between the red and blue, the empty spaces that are filled by appointments too,
The calendar days at the start of the year, the running around and finding things to do.
The to do lists are close, they are set in motion from time to time,
When the beginnings are between spaces in the sign up sheet, the empty ones that you can find.
The hard work, the summaries, the accomplishments in time,
And between moments of self doubt that surrounded you , and some that freed your mind.
The times that have let you be, and those where you bounced in between,
The calendar days that are earmarked for you, and the absent days that lay unseen.
We are somehow surrounded by a structure we feel, the chaos no longer makes sense anymore,
We are creatures of habits and spaces and places, and familiarity like ever before.
We are broken at times, we fall from high ground and yet we manage to dust ourselves,
We are defined somehow by appointment books, and the reasons we have a calendar which we share now.
Find time in between my daydreamer, my friends, my travelers of a span within the hours of a day,
You are written by so much more than colors on the walls, you are meant to dream your way.
For many who will find this year tougher at times, we all hit our walls from time to time,
But it is just important to know that at the beginning and the end, we get to choose the walls we climb.
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