on the (every)days that you have free will

the sun rises

and fate is still sleeping

she’s on west coast time

the plans are all scrap paper

blank slate, carte blanche

the fresh gambit of today

take it in stride

pick up the stragglers along the way

both the innocent and the enemy

and call upon the optimist

lock arms

embrace togetherness

let goodness emanate from you

be a spectacle for the skeptic and the cynic

let them sunbathe in it

because you can

you are the fighter, the winner

the boxer, the tightrope walker

life is a skill you acquire

mistakes exist on the unpaved way

you will trip

and when your shoelace is untied

stop and fix it

then run, catch-up

sometimes we falter

tremble but conquer