Curious and vexing how one days verse is so wrong Yet that of the day prior, is so right? How the fixation of the day tempers the phrase Yet a moments reflection can, and does, Alter the whole considerations' perspective.
Damnable this vacillation of the mind Contrary in its moments of prominence. Priorities sliding from one inception to the next Depending on the vagaries of mood swing Or something as incidental, as the casual happenings of the day.
Bringing us all allocations of vexation and joy, Depending on the inflection, depending on the hue. Each moment of each day is anointed its own crystal prism Opportunity and inspiration, of stimulus to capture the phrase, **** it... To coin that manifest creation....or to not.