Someone Tell Me Why Comedically Stepping Around Like This Actually Feels Like Im Being Quieter

Start in November-

A perfectly respectable month,

When the clouds grow dim

And the trees are hardly awake,

Hibernating from the cold.

And when you start in november

Wakening on the first day

Up to sit and make your very first drink of the month

“Tea with lemon”, the poetic way of calling it

To sip it and realize you hate november

As you’re never going to work in such cold conditions.

Start in the evening-

When you just got home from work.

You thought last night: “perhaps I will get it done

When the sky turns gold and blue

And I can relax while doing so.”

But you realize quite soon

That you hate evenings with work

Evenings where one must arrive

Home from even more work

Just to simply start another task.

And you realize, once again

You’re never going to work in such hardworking conditions.

Start inside a cabin-

Arrive, just in time to set the fire

Watching snow outside the window

Falling long, but quietly.

Then relax so deeply into a blanket

(that only feels comfortable because it isn’t your own)

And realize you’re never going to work in such comfortable conditions.

Start upon a hill-

A quite romantic feeling.

Laying upon a hillside

Right next to a picnic basket filled with goods you made the day before.

Mountains reign before you

Of the most exemplary scenery.

For several minutes you watch the sky

The clouds going by uncomfortably fast

And the chilly breeze sweeping upon you.

Bugs start to crawl on the picnic blanket

And soon onto your hand.

In another world they might be ladybugs

But in this one they are simply inconveniences.

And you sit upon the grass

Stink bugs creeping up your legs

You realize you’ll never be able to work in such pest-infested conditions.

Start someday, sometime-

Until you cannot put it off.

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