Sometimes the day gets going The sun is burning Or the sky is grey But rain or shine you know There is mortal danger Heading your way. Sometimes the day gets moving Starts its engine up Goes full throttle Towards bad expectations And accelerates wildly Carelessly barreling Off the cliff or the bay. Sometimes you know that the sun Won't always keep rising In the east and setting In the west And that by the time the Night falls everything Will have been put to The ultimate test. Sometimes I wish I could Just skip a day And go on to the next Fires can only be Walked through So many times Before the singe Turns into an inferno In the nest. Sometimes I wish that You could be me And I could be anyone Other But the cookies have crumbled and The dice have been tossed And I am forever defined as The woman who Failed as a mother. Sometimes the day gets going And everything is quiet and peaceful Sometimes the day gets going And you fear all that it will bring Is fear and evil.