After the vacation comes
the brain fog,
the arduous task to reaccept the status quo,
and the quicksand that gradually swallows you
back into the routine you escaped from.
Even though you’ve come back (refreshed) to conquer,
You’re procrastinating still, snoozing, postponing
the great battle.
The warrior’s armor waits for you in the closet.
Your heart still hasn’t synchronized with
the rhythm of the hammer striking the anvil.
But you must get up anyway.
So, you get up now.
You get out of bed.
There’s work to be done.
A cold shower,
then coffee.
You wear your armor.
The sun rises to meet a clear, blue sky
that appears to have never met dark, grey clouds.
But you remember the winter storms.
You remember every war you’ve won.
If God wills it,
you will win this one, too.
And when you’re done,
the boulder will rest on the top of the hill,
and it will never roll back down.
Bored Absurdist 