Storm In My Head
This morning I was lying in my bed
With a storm going inside my head
Sometimes there are little things that bother me
Which are too miniscule to see
When I read the news later today
I realized how lucky I am to wake up each day
I told myself, at that moment
I am not going to spend time on relentless vent
Life is too short to worry about the trivial
You should forgive people for the venial
Those who can’t see the good in you
Do not deserve to be in your chosen few
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