Must we always have some one
or something
to blame for our troubles?

I woke one day and the sky
had changed. My socks were not where
I had always kept my socks.
What I believed in was no longer believable.
The colors themselves
unrecognizable

My body carried on
despite a mind's disapproval,
disbelief
discontent
discontinuation of what
was what
For this is not
as it had been planned.
The "I" has been humbled.

And all there is now
is laughter.
Laughter
or sadness
Creation
or one more blank page.

This is that day