undone/run

 Undone/run

Line one

Slowly sets the sun

What’s lacking, really isn’t

What’s missing, is just unfinished

This slacking, an action of reaction, 

Has turned from simple satisfaction

To an attraction to inaction

A state you can’t locate on a map

Its origin isn’t physical

Rather chemical, like the peel

That extracts the fragments

Of leftover stress that has fled

From the inside, to the depths of the pores

And the craters from the sores

That had formed on your face

During times you were faced

With fear that can’t simply be erased

But must be faced, head on

Like running a race

Because what you run for

Is nothing, but what you run from

Is something you must overcome

But it will catch you if you stop

And it will be there til you drop

So you’re scared to even pause

And that fear always causes

You to run

Even though that’s the last thing

That should be done.

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Undone

Like laces of shoes

Always when you run

Makes you stop

And fix the mistake

Of not double knot

No, just one

No time to stop

To make a double knot

Before you start to trot

What lies ahead

Is more important

Than the spot

In which you’re caught

So run

As hard as you’ve got

So you don’t get caught

Because you’re always being chased

By problems you create

By not taking a break

To grab ahold of each lace

And make a double knot

What a stressful life we face

Undone.

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3 parts

Like a triathlon

Or a margarita

Extra strong

Starts internal

Like a monologue

Maybe a soliloquy

Increasingly, hard

To dissect, like a frog

Almost like an excerpt

From some random dude’s blog

Then it’s commercial

Good parts got circled

And sorted through

Like panning for gold

But the rocks are recycled

And the thoughts are old

So the punchline is dicey

And maybe a little too bold

Third part is this

Little blip of literary shit

Where words that like to sit

On the edge of the brain

And put their toes in for a dip

Finally jump

To feel the blood pump

Fierce through the veins

Adrenaline kills the pain

And creativity reigns

And the brain finally shuts

Off/up on the mountaintops

It’s 9:09 local time

So finish the rhyme

And wrap up this line

Because at this point in time

It’s a run on sentence

Add a period for crying

Out loud it never really

Sounds the same

Just kind of a lame

Conglomeration of characters

A bunch of random phrases

Filling up a document

Not even real pages

Just like every good thought

Meant to transcend the ages.

This thought is undone

It really isn’t finished

Unless you go back to…