A pleasant mistep
Created from the onset
Of a morning awakening
Tired and straining
I arise
To drop my glasses
All in passing
I have been misinformed
Of today’s purpose and form
I try to go ahead with the day
But one turns to two
Two to three
Three to seven
It’s gone
No more time on the clock
Those days are hard as rocks
On my underbelly
I must arise now tomorrow
With purpose and control
Informed and ready to go
For as tomorrows sun is raising
I will forget yesterdays
Congenial Misinformation