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Like the Sun at Noon

How do we walk through our day?

At its zenith the sun exudes power
high noon is the solar hour
the energy is intense
no need to make sense

It’s a vibe, a feeling
A robust freeing
from that which we thought
we won after we fought

Does anyone ever win?
A state we might always be in?
Are wins and losses
what we bear upon our crosses?

The eventual reckoning we fear
barely makes it all ever clear
there are still lines we must cross
before we become boss

But is being the boss the best?
Does it finally bring mental rest?
Is the responsibility too much?
Does it always come through in the clutch?

Or should we just follow the tune
that plays at high noon
that is in the right phase of the moon
and be open to what will happen soon?