Where art thou oh Day twenty-nine?

I long to be with thee

Where have you gone?

You are the one I long to see

Your extra twenty-four hours

O how mysterious you are

Are you stored away from us?

We need you to be right here

Come again soon and share

All your wonderful sweet

Tales of near, there and far

What a treat!

February,

Most patient month of all-February.

Human lives are nothing but strings pulled tight

Lower cost of life, away with caution

Circumstance and consequence limit flight

Expectation hovers, smothering fight

Stuck in the old ways, no forward motion

Human lives are nothing but strings pulled tight

Opinion conquers fact with all its might

Fools prosper under official sanction

Circumstance and consequence limit flight

The death of our wills robs us of our light

Secure our borders, close off our factions

Human lives are nothing but strings pulled tight

We stumble headlong, with little foresight

Emphasize divides, separate nations

Circumstance and consequence limit flight

Too much to overcome, too hard to right

Too few stirring, straining, to take action

Human lives are nothing but strings pulled tight

Circumstance and consequence limit flight