Someday is a mystical land where
The coffee sweetens itself and
The papers grade themselves and
I don't forget to pack breakfast or lunch
or my self-esteem.
Someday, I'll be the someone
somebody wanted me to be.
Today is a dreary wasteland where
The tea is a day old and
There is a foothill of paperwork and
I barely slip out the door with my feet on straight,
let alone my sneakers.
Today, I'm the one to
touch and go,
Run three laps deep before
Missing the finish line.
It's just one of those days.
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