be that as it may
I would still like a
recount
a recheck
a redo
I would like
a moment
of peace
of quiet
I would love
to sleep
for hours
as the fan spins
and spins
and the child sings
along
be that as it may
it would be nice
a moment
flowing on
floating by
it would be nice
a sunset
blue and pink
purple and gold
I would love
to trip
into something
and twirl around
and around
and around
and around
till the sun blurred yellow
and the ground green and brown
because truth isn’t always true
and right isn’t always just
and be that as it may
I’d rather
enjoy
what’s left
Word Junkie 
Nice. I like the way this begins as if in mid-thought, and then circles right back around to itself.
Thanks, Connor. 🙂