...a day

So I guess it's one of those days

Where I feel like I waste my good life away

You know, one of those "I'ma do right today."

but it ends up being a, "I'ma do it tomorrow." day

I had high hopes for today.

Late afternoon I get to thinking about

How I could make myself better before this day ends

but you feel like "what's the use?"

"I already messed up, might as well continue."

Yea, that day.

Tomorrow will hopefully bring me another day

And I really hope it don't turn out to be

This kind of a day.



This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world