Where did you come from

I wasn’t ready for you

This manufactured time in a manufactured world

Always setting us up for disappointment

Mostly in ourselves

Lots of solutions for those disappointments

For sale of course

As the ticking time piece and advertising mogul

In the palms of our hands constantly reminds us

Oh January

As you race towards December

You force me to set goals

Have expectations

Meet deadlines

I can lounge on the river bank, on soft grass, under the shade of a magnificent Weeping Willow, my feet in cool water, my head in the clouds, in my meditations

But you, January

You force me to be real

In a false world


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