Quick as a flash.

Crash.

Train well…

Life doesn’t excuse.

Doesn’t say,

‘After you…’

Bish.

Bash.

Bosh.

Living winds you.

Carries you high

upon clouds

of euphoria.

You slip.

Concentration lapsed.

Lapped,

by procrastination.

Digression,

allegedly in hot pursuit.

The Pied Piper’s flute.

Distorting.

Misreporting.

The truth.

Whispers

that you brush away.

An irritating buzz,

the perceived sting

of waking up.

Squaring up to life.

Shaking her hand.

Courageously making

your very own stand.

I dare you…

Dare You!

To shake it out.

Shimmy your shoulders.

Undulate your belly.

Reclaim your groove.

There ain’t nothing to improve

in the total perfection,

the sweet recollection.

That You.

Are.

Everything…

And More.