I get up in the morning, with a spring in my feet,
Grateful for another day, as I hit the street.
Selling my wares, which is nothing but me,
I don't sell myself short - settle to just be.
I start my day, like a solemn ritual,
Gracefully enduring- the feeling is mutual,
The day tolerates, my whims and fancies,
At the end of the day, am I my Nemesis?
As the evening falls, I'm dulled into a lull,
My spark is spent - how and where, I mull.
Nothing accomplished, nothing to talk about,
Except, that I am still myself- without doubt.
As the night deepens, I can sleep like a log,
I've lived the day on my terms- and that's why I rock!
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