each morning that I awake.
I greet a new mind.
I never know which form will take
I never know who I might find

surprises await
as the clock arms go on there way
although sometimes exciting
I can be left so broken at the end of the day

maybe its a lack of control on my part
but my mind always has the last say
no matter who I might be in my heart
I am made to go another way

On days that which are bad
The present matters
do not stand alone when Im left sad.
obsessing over the past matters
aswell as memories of a good day
where it didn't all go bad

the great decline of emotion
as if I'm pushed down to the ocean floor
the hurt can be extremely excruciating
and I find myself wanting to exist no more

© E.Savannah