The Secrets of Getting Things Done

Wisdom of... 22 of... chronicles of...
Of what? Of who? Of they, of I, too
At the inauguration, opportunities arose:
Thrown away, thrown away into meaningless oaths
We might begin at the inauguration
But when?

Some days, some places, everything changes face
You lose the rhyme, opened eyes are night
Close your eyes for light
Eyes flood into mine, floods subside, then something shines
Hope is still singing in my ear
And the music's still ringing in my ear

Enter bountifulness when it's still insufficiency
Answer with kindness when?
When faced with hostility
That's the way, that's the when
Where's the why end and how begin?



Credits
Writer(s): Alison Wilder
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