Some days just slip out of my grasp
like sand through preoccupied fingers
No movement, just thoughts propelling me nowhere
Some days go by without my noticing
and when I finally do, it’s too late, time wasted
No lists checked off, no accomplishments made
Some days I need time to just be
yet my mind can’t sit still, squirming like a four year old
No revelations had, though, just a mental workout
Some days I can’t remember why I’m here
as the needed tasks seem so meaningless
No reason for them to be done today, or at all
Some days I wonder why days like this exist
No coincidence I’m sure, must be a reason
Yes some days I just sit still and wait
No idea what I’m waiting for, but I know it’s coming
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