I trouble myself.
Overthink and under-understand.
See and hear and taste and feel too much.
And yet too little.
Overwhelmed, but not finding the whole picture.
Like a small battle amid a world war.
Which skirmish with win the war? Or lose it?
I'd have fun all day with a real smile, yet cry myself to sleep.

Tomorrow will be fresh and new.
Untroubled at the start.
I'll wake up to a smile and a kiss.
I'll make it better than today.