When the sadness spirals further down
and you can not tell the difference
between a good day and a bad day
it is a sign you need help.
The guilt that comes from needing help
may prevent you from seeking it.
That is when you need intervention
and hope you have a good friend
who will rally to your side.
Otherwise, the sadness will be for you
and because of you
as we attend our funeral.
Waiting on bated breath
for the life altering news.
What will my destiny
after this decision?
Who will be in charge of my fate?
Am I still my own master?
I tread the halls nervously
waiting not knowing who I will be next.
Fret, fret and pace the hall.
What to do if it should fall?
Where will I go if I can not pay?
Who will help me when they come to call?
Too many worries scramble my brain.
The day will come but today is not that day.
Plan for the future but do not stress about the change.
Change will come and you will survive anyway.
The morning is complete with breakfast.
Coffee to enjoy, or juice if you please,
but food is all essential to get you moving.
Eggs, scrambled or over easy help with the protein punch.
Cheese and meat give you energy.
The traditional start for some is simply divine
toast with the jam of the season.
Today there is no jam.
It hides always waiting.
It does not strike fast
unless it feels confident
that all your precautions are depleted.
Sometimes it sees the crack in your armor
and moves without sound
sliding between the defenses
meant to keep it out.
The problem is in thinking
that the monster is outside of you.
In trying to keep it from entering you again.
You see the monster depression
once it enters,
it never leaves
and you will battle it
for the rest of your life.
The lanes are all clogged
with dizzying amounts of spectators.
They watch others pass by while moving along themselves.
No one seems to notice the discrepancies.
Wistful longing for a different lane
only leads to disappointment.
Yet no one realizes their lanes are interchangeable.
Even if only for a second.
When something goes missing
you finally realize how much you love it.
Let it go long enough
and you will find yourself needing it less and less.
Unless it is the Internet
then the kids scream bloody murder
until it is returned full force!
The night before was exciting.
This morning all I want to do is sleep.
Instead the world insists on giving me more chores.
Life goes on and so do I.
Hopefully someday soon I will get a rest.
Until then I will continue on living
And doing the things needed to be done.
Add in cookies and you have a threesome of deliciousness.
Also your doom!
The chocolate and cookies taste great.
The coffee helps wash it down.
The stomach churns from the sweetness
while the mouth still craves more!
You can not stop eating
and yet the head knows the pain that will come later!
So in conclusion know your vices well
and pace them out!
My life is filled with things to do.
There is also all the stuff that needs to be done.
As well as the things that need to be cleaned
or the stuff that accumulates over time.
What to do with it all.
Sometimes purging it all is a good thing.
My hoarder instincts are fought against
and my world is better for being able to see
the things that need to be worked on.
So I do the Stuff and Things that allow me to
continue being able to do stuff and things!
Saturn's Premier Poet 