Life · Poetry & Shorts

Too relaxed for my own good

Some approach each day as a chaotic wilderness that need be tamed like
a mountain tall/

With axes of determination and ropes of industriousness they
secure their steps for they vehemently dislike a fall/

Regulated sleep, reminded medication and mirror polished shoes in 
which you can German comb your hair/

They chisel their lives with perfection so sharp its edge would 
bleed me dead if i were to go anywhere near.

 [In response to the daily WP challenge 'Orderly']

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