Artherese

Can a life be the final two hours 
before a day is capped, 
Simply trying to make sense
Or catch-up on what matters

Far too many times I get lost
In trying to justify the hours
I wanted to just cease 
A fight that’s not worth
And cut lies and ties
Escape somewhere else
Perhaps somewhere better

Only to realize what counts — 
Well I don’t know quite honestly.

All I know, is that the day
Is far from over. So am I.  

(c) Artherese, 2024