I often mistake...
I often mistake my calendar for a map.
I think it will show me where I'm going.
I think it will keep me from getting lost.
Ahead are meetings, appointments, birthdays, anniversaries.
Behind, a trail of choked days of busy busy busy.
Maybe if I clear the road to tomorrow,
I'll find wide open spaces;
a horizon of anything can happen.
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