The bell rings to a busy day
Our feet stomp and to get ready for
The storming traffic in which we pay-
Now attention we have to have
To get us through another day.
No matter what we do
Things trickle to a pool
Our day was a scribbled canvas without sense
Our problems happen, and so we rinse.
Driving back with a smile
To our familiar family
Telling only of our dreams, we sleep
We wake to roam through work again
Only until night falls, we welcome home
Moving forward, we now try without shame.
So we change.
Now every day, we reach the night
For every night, we face problems
With each problem, we face our a plight
In plight, we take a different path
On every path, we face opportunity
In opportunity, we gain sight
Welcome home.
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Samuel Dybdahl
A journey through running, writing, paramedicine and sports makes it necessary to maintain positive mental and physical health. Whether it is discovering another ultramarathon or working on a series of novels, I hope to improve everyday.
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Symphony
I. Death and Harmony Brisk-paced violin bows galloped forward before fading into grand silence, with the absence of noise soon accompanied by the flowing serenade of a harp. To the side, a stage door floated open to an urgent murmur as the stage director dragged Mr. Welch’s limp body away to the side of the open curtains. Mr. Welch, a prominent ambassador, was witnessing his daughter’s debut at the London Symphony Orchestra venue after a political assembly.
By Samuel Dybdahl3 years ago in Fiction
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