A groan arises in the house
Unsure if legs remain steady
One last feast to assemble the dead
Soon these thoughts, these words, will exit my head
A groan arises in the house
Unsure if legs remain steady
One last feast to assemble the dead
Soon these thoughts, these words, will exit my head
An audience of one face and I can concentrate
Unfortunately
At larger scales all my thoughts spill out
The more the faces, the lesser the balance
User action required
Unfortunately
Panic inflates
Every thought now in doubt
Challenged and re-examined
Slipping away in the ceaseless reshuffling

Life are you pleased with yourself
At the cleverness of the maze you’ve designed.
Do you feel joy when I get confused
Do you feel guilt when I get tired
Have you grown bored
Before Success comes to stay
His three brothers clear the way.
Failure arrives first, claiming he only needs the smallest bed,
But will take two and then three instead.
Confusion arrives next with too much luggage for his claim of an overnight stay.
Excuse after excuse he generates, staying for days and days.
Disappointment arrives last with nothing to his name.
Seeing everything you have he will complain and complain.
They will bicker and argue with no delay,
Destroying your house and disrupting your ways.
But in the end they, as much as you, will grow tired
Claiming each other has an unbearable situation made.
They will leave not with a thank you said.
A broken home is their parting gift instead.
But it is a gift, their visit as much as their departure.
In home repairs you will be employed
Even the areas you would normally avoid.
So when Success finally does visits, he enters with words so kind
Thanking you for making your home such a comfortable find.
He continues saying If I may
Could I stay a few extra days?
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