Another week,
more chances, some 
disappointments.
Each day
fragile, forgiving,
soon to be forgotten.
We breathe, as we must,
seek answers and reprieve,
before the sun sets.
We sleep,
more dreams, some
nights more than others.
We breathe, as we do,
wake up to excuses
or opportunity.
We wouldn’t have it
any other way.

© 2019 j.g. lewis