Après la pluie...

It's wasn't them. It's me. I ruin everything.
Have you ever looked inside my car?
It's all old phone bills and spilled McDonald's Cokes.
 I can't catch up with myself.
I'm underwater.

I promise to do something simple, like walk those dogs,
but then I remember another promise I made,
and another one on top of that,
so I make up a list with boxes and little checkmarks,
but before I can finish it my pen runs dry,
so I run off to find a pen, and then it's quitting time.

Pretty soon things have piled up so high I have to call in sick to clear my head, and when I come back they're all angry at me, furious, so instead of buckling down, I run and hide.
And it isn't just work I'm talking about.
It's everything. It's breathing. It's sleeping. It's feelings.
Does this make sense?

" It's all about managing time."

It's more than that.

﹝Adapted from Up in the air.﹞

It's not really easy to forget all the past in a short time,
I mean, either sweetness or bitterness.
Therefore, I still can't feel released at all.
I recall, I cry, I smile, and I lie.

But things don't change, just as what you said.
Not even slightly changed.

And I could only await and pray, till time past away.
At that time, I could eliminate the color gray.
I am begging for the coming of that day.