an entire genre of music is dedicated to them
what's the purpose tho
they seem to come out of nowhere
and are difficult to shake
even if you look around and tell yourself
you have tons for which to be thankful
altho I have never been quite sure just who it is I am supposed to thank
and, if you can pull yourself up enough to look at yourself
you would say
buck up
cut the crap
quitchurwhining
life is not allaboutyou
you still get stuck in the swirl of them
the heaviness of them
the life looks like shit of them
with no end in sight...
a small part of me knows that eventually
the fuse that is blown or the breaker that has broken
will get the attention necessary to make things light again
put the workorderindammit