thomasunderlandaily

the optimism of irony

Should one consider oneself blessed or damned to find another day has dawned?

I stretch arms over head and roll my neck as the alarm bleats out 

- eternity, eternity, eternity. 

Out the window it either shines or pours, but a note in a book once told me

"the fortunate man dances about in either," 

so the blinds stay shut. 

Strapping on shoes i realize that i am much like the ocean; 

marshaling to dive headlong into the sands, 

gathering to try again, all waves and storms and calm. 

These bright thoughts make for a hollow stomach, 

and so i ravenously devour my favorite gruel,

when low and behold i find myself walking out into this never ending day 

to see what mischief and adventure i might find,  
remembering that something like this happened to me yesterday.