Drained

If only time would stand still. Then maybe I could get some kind of order to my life.
Instead I wade through it with blinders on. I pretend tomorrow will be a better day.
In some ways the next day is better and in others it is much worse.
It really isn't all that bad to begin with. So really, I shouldn't be complaining.
And really, if I'm just going to mush on through life without making any effort to change than I really have no right to complain.
But here I sit... completely drained.