A century of 24s seems like a long time
One hundred notes is quite a feat
Gone with the tracks and clicks and clacks is inactivity
But maybe Josie was some serendipity doodah
Sent to inspire me and apologise for word play like that
Though this could be something for me
Still don't really know though
Been trying to work it out
All about what I shout about and tones
Can they be all stones and thorns?
Or should I cover them with grins and smiles?
A mile of answers on each side
As the jolting slides across polished rails near
I fear I'll not have a concrete conclusion
A hundred days to make my world a better illusion
Is the pursuit of art enough though?
Because it's tough
Or should each line be a burst of light?
Even a silver lining on these pages
What stage am I at with this?
Can I turn on my sense of bliss and laughs?
Or should I not force the words?
And what happens if anger or depression's heard?
Will it bring folks down?
I could drown their happy hearts in sobbing sounds
Can't decide about this at all
But I will work it out I'm sure
I could extoll the virtues more of bits
And pieces of advice and dice each week
Into dangerous poetic themes about dreams, hopes, loves
With happiness and drag myself above the bleak
Midwinter morning every day, each week give it a shot!
While I jot down something and not
Be down, be up and up and up!
And away we go for ten ten days where I will smile
Whay-hey!*
* Spelling of 'Whay-hey!' subject to review.
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