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Juggling the bad days That follow good days In poetic succession In predictable transition

Faced with nothing On the days you are ready Locked in turmoil When you are unprepared

The cravings and wishes Of rest and enjoyment Come almost always In the most inopportune times

In the days that all you want Is to close your eyes and sleep, Are the times in your life When what you want is unimportant

When you function out of necessity While dismissing your desires The good days you barely survive And the bad days you have to relive