Crazy Days
The clocks don’t tick, they spin around,
Time’s drunk and dancing on the ground.
Coffee cups and deadlines blur,
Reality’s a frantic slur.
Socks don’t match, and hair’s a mess,
Emails breed like ants, no less.
Phones ring tunes from outer space,
Sanity’s a hiding place.
Traffic sings a screeching song,
Left feels right and right feels wrong.
Midnight snacks at 3 PM,
Life’s a never-ending gem.
Laugh, then cry, then laugh again,
Sunshine mixes with the rain.
Chaos reigns but in its haze—
We live our best in crazy days.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and light,
Brenda Marie
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