These Days

These days I wish I was patient, 
Able to handle a day without a text
Get on with my own days’ work
And never have to look back again

But that’s all I ever seem to do 
Look back on the past too long
Wondering if I had said too much
Or maybe not quite enough at all

I pray I can get past it all, 
Move on and smile to myself
But maybe that’s a huge step
One that I can’t make just yet. 

I guess I’m swimming in my head, 
Battling the crashing tide
With the wind against my face
And the sun setting in my sights. 

If this is all a night’s tale,
Then perhaps I’ll fall asleep
Wake up tomorrow at nine 
With a new mindset and clarity. 

For now I’ll lay awake a while, 
Singing along to Fatherson
With Georgia lighting my phone
An my eyes staring at this screen. 

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