Poetry

You train.

Current methods.

Fresher preferences.

Updated models.

You get home

and the older version

just sits there

while you try to navigate it.

Maybe one day

you will figure it out.

Or just buy the latest copy.

Thin and dangerous.

Sharp but fierce.

Hisses announce the strike.

Dance back before the blood is drawn.

Fragile yet deadly.

It points to the ones who look to help.

Those that hinder push over and over.

Being reasonable means things get done quicker.

Now is that not a good thing to strive for.

Hunt the prey.

Track and watch.

Take it down.

Prepare the meal.

Then we eat.

People believe things will be handed to them.

No work, just play.

Fingers ideal and brain empty.

Prayers for success only work

if you work with them.

Be the change, not the problem.

I send out this cliche

as I lie in bed praying for money.

Any class you will receive instruction in

gives you homework.

Information flows from the teacher to you.

Binders are filled up with knowledge.

Is it useful?

Should you be required to revisit your notes

then absolutely yes.

If you throw it away after graduating..

No one is perfect

but these days the internet claims to give you the answers you need.

Whether they are true or not.

A wink.

A thumbs up.

A squiggle dance move.

The head pounding.

Aching back.

What signals are you listening to and which ones are you missing>

I’m going to make myself some tea.

Waiting to hear.

No news as to the future plans.

Alterations?

Or merely dismissed.

My life is a mystery.

I will live it anyways.

I am not usually tired.

I will crawl into bed

because an insistent meow demands she cuddles with me.

The past is gone.

The glory days are over.

No one is immune to change.

We all want comfort.

Things are not going to return to yesterday’s average.

The future is scarier than when I was a kid.

Now I know why time is unforgiving.

Dealing with the uncertainty is the new normal.