This is the Norm

I always wonder if this is the norm,

On days I’m up on others I’m down,

Things beyond control,

I hardly fathom their direction,

On such days I sit and wait,

My mind and body are closed in,

My soul a witness to this,

I sit now and think of nothing,

Of all things I've procrastinated,

And wonder if they can wait another day.

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