455 (23.09.2015)

Today I'm going to try to make a note
Of all the times I feel out of control
Of every time life grabs me by the throat
Or I feel that I'm sinking in a hole.
I'll write all of these things down one by one,
On bits of toilet paper that I find,
Then burn them in a pile beneath the sun
And banish them forever from my mind.
I'm trying to work out just the way it works,
Why is it that I seem to lose my grip,
The world it never seems to smile, it smirks
And never are we warned before me trip.
Again, again, again things out of place,
And peace of mind is gone without a trace.

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