Another Day swept up in the unending
Stream of unnecessary information.
Back and forth, the days wane,
Blurring between this one
And the last.
Call, pull it back and do it again,
But know there is no retracing your steps,
Only progress without motion.
Beside and beneath the world moving on,
Even false progress eludes,
But what do parents always say?
Buck up, and try again tomorrow.