Days
like this are bound to happen,
Just
like your Momma always said.
Maybe
that midnight pizza was not
The
best idea to come into your head.
Maybe
that thing that went snap, crackle, pop
This
morning when you first got out of bed
Was
an omen of dragons lurking in shadows
Anxiously
wanting their famine be fed.
Collision,
collusion, confusion abounds
And
Murphy’s law seems to apply.
It’s
two steps forward, one sideways, one back.
Keep
quiet and never ask why.
But
giving up is never an option
If
you want your piece of the pie.
So,
you hold up your head to
Push
on through the dread
Refusing
to crumble or cry.
And
yes,
Things
might be a little bit off,
You
and fate don’t quite see eye to eye.
But
you’ll never know just
How
much you might win
Unless
you continue to try.
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