Some days we are dragged through.
Some, we run through.
A few, we scream all the way.
Maybe even mutter under our breaths as we pass through.
Some days we don’t catch our breaths or a break.
But some days,
You’re just going to have to wait on me.
Because I have to stop.
When I have to stop.
Please be patient with me.
Some days are just meant to be.
However I need them to be.