All Tasks Poem by Doris Cornago

When I read your poems I feel like I'm caught in a whirl! It's perfect!

By the way, the poem contains words which come from my arsenal of newly found rebranded action words, culled from daily usage so cannot be considered cliches. I am a gameplayer and a poet as well, which make me well qualified to transform experiences into words, and vice-versa, making gaming and poeming part of my unique existence.

You plan, then comes a glitch to your neat plan, and you improvise. Stop dillydallying or you lose the game. Then you realize, things were better unplanned as you end in a place with another man who constantly amazes you. This is life on the blockchain future, unalterable and transparent. Whether you stay or disappear, all your legacy remains.

My philosophical offerings are in my poems. They do not include cliches.

You can just be an insect placed in this rocky barren location to be observed as an experiment. So, what's the best way to survive? Pray, pay - or play? It does not take long with your natural intelligence that the best recourse is to seek a course of least resistance and blend in the background - and learn. Life is learning. Insects and other forms of non-vertebrates have lasted long due to that knowledge. You are human - shouldn't you be better equipped?