What time is it anyway?
It’s that time of day
when you wonder why you bother
to keep track of time, maintain the order
of things in your life that have the potential
to cause you stress, make you think that you’re mental
What I mean is, what is the point of saving, or promotion,
if at the end of the day you don’t have the notion
of moving forward or getting on, and someone else
seems to have it easy in spite of themselves
And then I remember that I see only a snapshot;
their life may even have gone to pot,
and they look at me wondering,
how I have it so easy without even trying