Im late
Which once would have affected me
I would have picked up my pace
Slightly
Rushed even
But now
When the work I do isnt the work I DO
I can choose to languidly cat-stretch away my morning
In my own good time
Stride up-hill
No guilt
No shame
Easy-living
I have to say though
I would rather be GO-GO
Anyday…
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