My mood

Some moments, days, weeks feel like they are defined by labels
Some hope, faith, self worth is built on a fragile web of fables

If life is short and sweet, can it also be long and bitter?
At times I really feel that I need the services of a pinch hitter

Substitute me out, bring in the perfect woman, cleaner, wife
Making it a much smoother, balanced progression through life

Where would I go?  A grain of sand, one of many, on a beach
Impacted upon but independent action is out of reach

It feels like that now, everything an internal, endless battle
Meandering through, invisible to many, just one of the cattle

All good things must end, so the saying doth claim
But what about the bad, or those  that wear some blame?


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