Cycles of frustration
It doesn’t work first time.
Doesn’t work second time.
A third time too.
Impossible how could it not survive three trials.
The anger creeps.
The pressure elevates.
Others participate.
And the party rolls.
From absurdity boils.
And before we know it
The rush to fight it hits
The blame blesses us with its gifts
To share its agony
In this sad irony
Of it not working
In exactly what we’d been expecting
The mind shatters
And crawls back in tatters
To the safety of what it thinks is working
Alas the hypocrisy of the almighty thoughts
Dwindling in front of the missed roads.
Of frustration feelings that always repeat in a pattern known
As if it never was the cycles continue
Into the safety cowers for another day of first time.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
