So this is mostly about this hour of power
I don’t think what I’ve written here is good by any measure.
However, it keeps me going in a way as I haven’t done much of this kind of writing in a few weeks.
Written at home.
Perhaps choosing this was folly
Rather than rest I hurtle on forward
Looking for targets I may not reach
Hoping for destinations that are not there
I search far and wide
As my acceleration increases
Yet my motion remains slow
Betraying my desire for speed
I hope to see something new
And reach the target I’ve set up
However, it remains out of sight
And so I continue onward