Cajoling the Archetypes

This is another day. This is your brain on empty. This is your body begging for a vacation. This is your conscious self saying "no". This is the day that rain makes heavier. This is the day your inner Icarus is vanquished by vanity. This is the day that your moratorium on wishing goes into effect. This is the second time you've told yourself this. This is the re-run of the pantheon of failure in your mind. This is the finger and that is the knife. This is the blood oath: run, baby. Run.