MUDDLING THROUGH
It seems i'm in a quandary of a most perplexing sort.
I'm second guessing my enrire life without a firm retort.
I went fishing and I asked the fishermen, "What was his best way?"
"How about a tip or two," I never thought to ask the prey.
When I joined the football team I listened to my coach.
His game plans were solid, they gave a logical approach.
When I had a job to do, the tech manual was required.
If I'd asked what the airplane thought, I'm sure I'd soon be fired.
We take a different tact when love and romance are the aim.
We listen to the the other team, as if they'd throw the game.
We work to be the best we can to date a better class.
We listen to what the others say, and it bites us in the ass.
Now I'm even more confused, and I know not what to do.
I'll be myself, hope for the best, and somehow muddle through.
Missing you alot today
In every sense, in every way
The fact you won't be there tonight
Will make me sad without the sight
Of seeing you right next to me
Or anywhere by that degree
Your presence makes my spirit soar
I want you with me more and more
Sometimes one has to retreat
From the controversial world
To find an inner calm
To stay deep in the sea like a coral
Smiling all the way
Dancing softy
Listening to the soft flowing of the sea
Enjoying the calmness of the sea
Watching the wonderful muddling of schools of fish
A sudden emerge of a diver will bring
An admiration of the human being
From the outside world
And also a great pride and satisfaction
Within the coral
Marketing jingles can be quite amusing but at times, rather confusing..
"on the corner of health and happiness", now just where would that corner be? Will I find it at every Walgreen's store in my community? In our gas tanks, doughnuts are a plunk en, causes every one knows, "America runs on Dunkin".
Things might not sound right, things might get stuck, if I let you put the "trick in my truck". Would I be stalking you, a crime most reportable if I "follow you to fresh and affordable?" Most canned catfood truly stinks to say the least so why would they call it "fancy feast?" If your blinds aren't becoming to you, they should becoming to us", well how are they supposed to get there? Are they supposed to take the bus? So be careful what your jingles say, as they can be interpreted many a way..
The mishmash mayhem of jumbled clutter
at first seems to be confusion's cause.
But after tidying up, nothing can be found.
Nothing is where you left it lying, easy to find again.
Last in, first out is the principle of your piles and stacks
of assorted unsorted stuff you left lying all around you.
As you contemplate clearing up the mess to see your desk,
the gathered hodgepodge medley of mess
hums a melody, a ditty in warning:
"Messiness is the sign of creativity"
"If a cluttered desk begets a cluttered mind,
what does a cleared empty desk beget?"
Enough already! I want to be more creative!
It’s not a mess, it's inspired creativity on active duty!
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