Getting in the shower with my socks still on
Instead of fighting
Getting along
Wondering why the spaghetti is taking so long
Realizing
After much trouble
That the range wasn't on
Can't find my glasses
On my head
They still sit
Shaking my head
Feeling like a nitwit
The red sock I lost
Among the white laundry, I think
I wish I had thought longer
Now half of my laundry is pink
I don't sweat the small stuff much
There's bigger stuff to worry about
Call it a hunch
The imperfections that make me
An individual
Just one
Make the battle of being myself
Already won