it's tuesday

and i'm tumbling and towering
twisting and turning, tired and tense
tame, tangled, and at times terrified
talking too much about how there's too little time

but i'm trying

tomorrow's wednesday
and i'm wondering if waiting will work out
wishing that i had willpower to wake up
wanting nothing but wonderful, whispers of sleep
and watching as winter wilts and welcomes spring
as i'm still a Who in a Where asking
Why?

but whatever,
its a war and i might just be winning