Meetings, appointments, deadlines come.
Projects, artwork left undone.
Time speeds up, flies away,
Done by tomorrow, late by today.
Never seems like I've yet won,
Summers long nights, ten hour sun.
Back I jump into the fray,
Mundane life all work no play.
I try harder, get it done,
If I'm to fly, I must first run.
Escape this brutal lack of fun.
Makes me think that ...
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Image: Stanton Macdonald-Wright, Aeroplane Synchromy in Yellow-Orange, oil on canvas, 1920
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