Tangled, that’s the only word for a bad day
Stings of worry, of sorrow, of sadness, and pain
Those messed up days that seem to last an age
The ones that make you want to storm and rage, WHY ME?!
For those kind of days I simply pull me some strings
Make me some warm and cozy things
The patterns bring some order to the tangle
And the shapes, they make let me see a new angle
When it all comes together, the last stitch sewn,
I take pride in knowing I did it all on my own
I know sometimes the best things take time to mend
But it will be most worth it when you reach the end.
Of course there will be days full of miserable things
But you can shape your way to good days by just pulling some strings.