Day to day,
that is all good,
forgive my interrupting
praise that I could.

The one you seek,
the one you fear,
I am the trouble
Sorry I am so near.

From hour to hour,
week to week,
I am the trouble,
The inner self you seek.

I forget me not,
and powder blue,
forgive yourself,
I hate me too.

To twist and turn,
so apricot hue,
The can of worms
Maybe the true you??

The sad and bitter
all alone among your heartbreak rubble,
Forgive them true,
I am the trouble