A Clear Sky is a Cloudy Background

Five things in my future,

Ten times in my past,

Twenty dollars for every time my brain went too fast.

Is it a gift obsessing over one thing, or is it worse,

To have one thousand ideas but know they're dispersed.

A clear sky could improve my mood,

If I could let the sun somehow reach me.

But my day's spent inside with these thousand things I repeat.

The burden is not much when examined, it's merely unsettling,

Because it gives me the sense that I always need bettering.

But it's fine to be late

It's fine to be wrong.

Its fine to take months

To write just one song.

The stress isn't ever worth

The loss of any joy.

The rain shoud never stop me

My smile won't be destroyed.

I should live in the moment

I might gain a litle trust.

I'm doing what I can

For what I can is enough.