The sun, a zebra through the blinds
Me, a stack of unfulfilled tasks
and outside the peaceful morning is maturing into day
me, my eyes, my mind and my heart: the stack.
and outside the day is pushing the people to get their stacks done.
And task and time and zebra and stack melt into one.
But, no matter what I do today, tomorrow there will be a new zebra, a new stack.
And then the zebra begins playing tennis with the seconds and there and then I am starting to let go, let go off what should be, duty.