Some people learn quickly.
Show them once and they head onward.
Most other people take more time.
Though some experiences are left as only a single time.
Like eating something and finding it not to your liking.
Or doing an activity that leaves you terrified.
Unfortunately some things get repeated
even if you already learned the lessons given.
But the one thing we all get to do once
and not look back upon
is death.
Best friends.
Lovers.
Tea talk companions.
Life partners?
Marriage is out of the question.
But the one thing is the trust that we have in each other.
Error.
Error.
Problem alert.
Functions are not normal.
Standard procedures are not working.
Please unplug and restart.
Except if I unplug myself
I do not think anyone would be able to restart me.
So the aches and pains will stay
As my performance is below par.
Did you like it?
Yes master.
Was it enjoyable for you?
Yes master.
Would you like another lesson?
Yes master.
Please teach me some more.
The first question asked on the road to adulthood.
Too bad it is never an easy one.
For most people the ideas are endless
and we are all compared to each other.
Can we be the best at what we choose to do?
Or merely unsatisfied,
living day to day
trying to make ends meet?
Do a side hustle.
Find the right career.
Persuade people to finance you.
Give time and energy to the project.
Find your passion.
Except when you have no energy or passion to give
the only thing left is the charity of others.
Phone calls.
Video conferences.
Once so alien a concept.
Now more common place.
Yet, the stigma still remains.
When it lingers.
You do what you can,
but it still takes up the energy
you wish you could use
for more important things.
So you push yourself
even though you won’t get better.
But life doesn’t care.
It still moves on
and being sick
only means that you lose more time.
For yourself
and for your loved ones.
Puns are dumb.
Laughter is contagious.
Pranks are awful.
Yet we do them anyway.
Humour is seen as sexy.
Just don’t let the twisted version take control.
Too many jokers and we won’t be safe at all.
I know he is sleeping
From the snores
Emanating from him.
It is the full throat noises
-no words-
Where I can almost make out
what he says in his sleep.
Still, I envy him
As I lie awake
Listening to him
Unable to join him
In his night conversations.
