In this blue funk
Self-righteous world it is
So easy to go off kilter,
To skew to the left,
Skid to the right,
Slip, slide and sashay on
Ice-covered pathways.
Every distraction demands
Just a little attention as
Everything multiplies and
Next thing you know all
Vision is lost and all that
is left
Are the tears in your eyes.
Lying alone in your midnight
enclosure
Lost as you contemplate
What might have been.
Looking for ways to get back
to the center.
It never hurts to
Start over again.
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