mundane

rising from bed in the morning seeking shelter when it's storming idly whiling stray hours away dreaming there will be better days fabricating a self-image with a more prominent linage doodling on back of a letter shunning life as a go-getter paying of various taxes wielding rhetorical axes stopping by the grocery store dealing with muscles which are sore waiting in the queue at the bank musing why the page remains blank finding the proper words to say quickly dealing with come-what-may filtering life's little lessons leaving positive impressions contemplating all that might be if we'd just win the lottery making life much less exacting all in the action of acting discovering what keeps us sane among remains of the mundane