...simply put, one of those days...

One of those days

It's one of those days we commonly say,
When things don't go exactly as planned
When that which you said you'd do you did not,
When event after event caught up with other events
which in essence were to be events of the day,
That for which in the morn' we thought to pray

It's one of those days we say,
When life's clouds have all turned grey
The sky gloom, no longer tranquil and blue
Clouds no longer shading us from the sun's rays
But potent with a looming outpour,
Pregnant with bundles of liquid discomfort
Ready to disorganise our already unorganised lives,
For what reason then do we stay alive...?
Simply to get buried in the insolence of life?

One man's blessing is another man's curse
Do blessings then come to men out of others curses?
What out of life can you really gain?
Perhaps if we put it simple and plain
We can then decipher what to obtain from the coming rain,
One of those days...

Is this one of those days?
When making sense out of everything
proves a rather difficult endeavour?
Either way, perhaps making sense out of things
Should not be a priority quest for this moment
Let alone for this day,
After all, it could be one of those days

Poetry by kip
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Written on 2007-05-14 at 07:02

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