Backwards blues.
Sideways secrets.
Moments escaping the grip of my hands.
Lists that go unchecked.
Attitudes that steamroll.
Loud crashes that deaden.
Lost minutes, lost hours, lost days.
Picture myself wandering in circles
focusing on all the wrong things.
Mind closed. Mouth hanging open.
Wrong thoughts. Wrong words.
but, it's a bad day,
not a bad life.
Try again.
I love this scholtes! I really like the end, "it's a bad day, not a bad life. try again." that's completely how I feel sometimes. every day has the opprotunity to be different!
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