If Something’s Wrong, Everything’s Alright

I am in full procrastination mode. I have to be ready to leave for AZ when I leave my house for work Thursday morning. That means sub plans for three full days need to be completed in addition to my suitcase being packed. Instead of working on these items, I wrote a poem about the rhythm of life. While I am a bit stressed to get all this done and even to go on this trip since it will be tough to see my G-ma in the hospital, and my G-pa getting by w/out her, I am realizing that I get more done when I have less time in which to do it, and that I am happier when I am busy, than when I am stress-free with lots of time on my hands. Sounds weird to admit... Don't get me wrong, I love time off and especially my weekends, but I guess I just mean that sometimes I prefer to be busy. 'Nuff said.... Enjoy!

If Something’s Wrong, Everything’s Alright

My room’s a mess
Papers need grading
Sub plans are calling my name
I’m up too late
I ate too much sugar
Being short on time is what I blame

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

Without treasured items a mess could not be made
Glad to have a job from which the papers grow,
Freedom to go where I need to go
My rhythm can’t be bound to that of a structured bedtime so
At night I gain my second wind to create and work and flow
The clock is ticking seconds pass, yet worry I do not
Everything will come together in time and I do know

Perfection's unattainable
My habits seem unchangeable
So I ponder on this thought,

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

My room immaculate
No work to do
In bed by nine
May sound just fine
But bored is what I’d be
Predictably practical is what I seek
But why?
Deep down I know,

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

Without a challenge or two
No list of things to do
We’d float through our day and you’d see
The boredom set in, for both you and me
Although the stress at times may come to engulf you in its cloud
And the daunting challenges can be so loud
These hills and mountains
Build you…. stronger
Change you… for better
Shape you… into someone new

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

So make your to do list
Don’t cringe one bit
You’re here for a reason
Keep on pushing and remember,

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

Perfection unattainable
A mess the status quo
This truth I know,

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

If nothing’s wrong…
Are YOU alright…?



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This poem is kind of a mish mosh of a mess, but I had fun writing this and it destressed me a bit. Tomorrow will be a busy day. I am determined not to leave work until my sub plans are done. Then when I get home I will pack and everything will be all good.

Peace Out.