Why yes, you did read that right. I was at work today, and there was absolutely nothing to do. NOTHING. AT. ALL. I finished all of my work early. Anyways, I busied (somewhat) myself by organizing my desk, organizing the file cabinet next to my desk, organizing the drawer under the file cabinet next to my desk, then finally, decided to re-organize my already spotless desk. Meanwhile, I found some paperclips that were crudely thrown in a little storage space. Spotting an irresistable opportunity (you find things are much more amusing when you're hopelessly bored), I snatched the pile of paperclips and sorted them by size. Once they were neatly arranged (this process, I daresay, took a mere fifteen minutes), I seemed strangely drawn to my purple paper tablet (why yes, it really is purple, and no, I didn't bring it to work, it was there before I was), so I tentatively picked up my pen and twirled it in my hands once or twice. It was as if the pen had a mind of its own(this is all sounding strangely familiar); I set the tip down on the sheet, and proceeded to produce a precedented poem of primarily permissive purposes(amongst paperclips).
Alas, I present to you, yet another titleless poem. *bows profusely*
The wind promises
to sweep away
doubts, cares,
to reestablish trust.
Sighing breathlessly,
impatiently dodging
around eternal instability,
it flutters and leaves,
tiring of indecision.
Beckoning those
who leap
faithfully into tendrils of air,
forever grasping to
unseen arms
strong and unpredictable,
whisking away to adventure
and adversity
but always cradling
those
who believe.
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