My pride
Just can’t admit
To the joys
Of being
Complacent

With an ease
I deem
Unnerving
For anything good
Which waits

And arise
As miracles
Should
When evading work
Intended

By God
In his transient
Heaven
Where energies fade
As they must

Like hope
Now passing by
Enjoying
Such moments
Wasted

Avoiding deeds
Unworthy
Of the effort
It takes
To dream

And pursue
Our fates unknown
To the spite
Of invisible
Pages

Among answers
Scripted lightly
Through authors
Begging
Their clocks

For respite
From these hands
As memories
Scribbled
In margins

Show forever tasks
Unnoticed
In this struggle
Of cyclical
Days

Like searching hard
For sport
Just to spit
In the face
Of reason

Arguing
Something wagered
Is never
A payoff
Gained.

– J. Pigno