Day 82: Stumble Upon

Sometimes a long phone call gives clarity to the ideas that were already in your head but never truly found their way through. One such notion was the way we connect to people, to strangers and sometimes the idea that we stumble upon even people. It is during these transitions between people, places and things that we find a reason to make decisions and live by it. As this week draws to and end and you find yourself clutching to the edge of your chair, in your office as you stare outside the window, the cold glass pane and your warm breath against it and the need to scribble something, even if it doesn't always make sense.

Stumble Upon
Do you feel the need to be yourself, or sometimes be someone else for a while?
Do you feel you have stumbled upon a day, or do you carry it just the same with a smile?
The lighter ends to the week, times when you have carried yourself to the end,
When the little things, the big ones too, and all the lost ones come back at life's bend

When you decide to move, not just in place, but spaces in your mind,
You decide to empty things out, and sometimes not even leave a trace behind
There are those who will write to farewell songs, for longer goodbyes,
I am one who feels farewell comes every weekend, and sometimes every night.

We are addicted to the weeks I feel, to people, to the work we must all do,
Or sometimes just getting by is all we care about, sometimes just making it through
Even if you are reading this in your office, lab or wherever your eyes may find,
I would like you to stumble upon, things in life that are sometimes so kind

You have made the best of yourself, or you keep trying when no one cares,
You keep your poker face on, and sometimes you head on with life as one big dare
There are many things I wish that you stumble upon, things that let you dream big and free,
And every time you are in doubt my friend, I wish you would simply "stumble upon me".