Veeg, 
listen to me, (Veeg), and please take in
the words I am writing, 
that are formulating within the noggin you affectionately
call your head, that are a call to action,
an uprising of sorts, revolutione temporal, 
your time spent on moments fleeting, 
on seconds that glide like particles 
caught within a vacuum.

These choices and moments are singular
while the horizon is littered with 
‘going to’
‘want to’
‘should do’ 
written on creaking, weathered signposts in your
endless desert of work, this small oasis should
be your harbour, no mirage, no parched ending
but the respite to follow through,
to plow and grow, you know
you can!  
Absorb it, please, for you, for me, for us,
succeed!