Something From 5 Years Ago

Something I'd written back in 2011, but forgot to do anything with. Rediscovered when rummaging through the Drafts folder on an uncomfortably warm Sunday afternoon.

I'm rushing through closing doors,
Yawning off the workplace bores,
I can hardly lift the oars,
To row my weary way home.

I'm missing my daily chores,
I'm slipping on wet floors,
I can hardly lift the oars,
To row my weary way home.

Stiff in many places; in some plain sores,
But I'm quite happy, to be learning so much more,
I can hardly lift the oars,
To row my weary way home.

The weather is very warm, I miss the cool months,
Sunkissed blossoms, and they fall to my feet,
Bittersweet memories, and unchapped lips,
Just like London, except for the fish and chips.

I remember walking back home,
And watching those blossoms fall,
Fast forward or fast backward a few months
I'd do it all.

In an half-hearted attempt to trace its roots, I get a sense that I was overworked and tired from lack of sleep. I remember working 12-hour shifts and pulling 50 hour workweeks. I suppose it was all worth it, in the end.

Sunrise or Sunset?

Taken at Bar Harbor, Maine, USA, May 2015.