HOW LIFE ROLLS

One morning I woke up with a start

feeling as if I had just began another day

oh, did I forget?

my name is Crag, Crag McLynn.

I was about to begin another day

in a little old town high school.

"oh, here we go again," I grumble to myself.

stumbling through the rustle of sleepiness

falling over the piles of papers

"now, which paper is poems and which is homework?"

in the midst of yawning I pickup a paper

that seems to be another cursed waste of my talent

another essay

about another boring theme

about another book

about another event

about something that I don't even remember

four hours of sleep will get me through

perhaps a candy bar will get me through to lunch

perhaps I will be able to say "forget it today"

perhaps I can just give up living for one day

but as usual, I push myself up the stairs

almost falling through the door upstairs

I find myself in the dim sunlit kitchen

where the smell of coffee lingers

for a second I'm tempted to sit and relax

and not go to school today

but, yet again, I push myself to get ready

for another day of stumbling through school

like an undead zombie

perhaps I will wake up

perhaps today will be a good one

where I will be full of muse

and forget all that stress I hold upon my shoulders

with my heart racing with my brain pushing it to go

I get to school

once I get there I pull out that paper

look down

and see, perhaps another burst of glorious writing

another essay that I dragged myself to do

with my heart and mind telling me of what a waste of talent

what a waste of time this is

"will I ever used this paper

will I use this piece of poorly written material?"

and to my angered shock

I see a masterful poem in my hand

like a little beacon saying

"see, this is what you're meant to do"

and here I start my day

and the end is no different

getting that quick burst of happiness

seeing my true love for about ten minutes

then back into my home

watching her leave

blowing kisses

and the rest is quite explanatory

and the next morning is the same as usual

but to my astonishment

the day turns out quite nicely

everything works out

without a flaw

so there, I realize

life throws at you with each giving day

something unplanned

hoping for you to learn from it

and move on

and hope that life throws something good at you

to hold your soul together.