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Everyday Life

Rainy days inside and out.
Clouds cast shadows all about.
Fog of the mind and off the land
Cause confusion all around.
Muddled thoughts, puddled roads
Lead to confusing cross roads.
Left or right or straight ahead
The traffic Lights  on red. 
Panic stations inside my head
Should I stay or should I go
I really don’t know.
What I really need is sanctuary.
The outside worlds got the better of me.
No pressure of the working day
Bills and worries filed away. 
A comfy chair, a glass or two
A good night sleep 
And then back to another day of.
Stress and  anxiety.

Copyright © Stephen Pennell

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