Something On The Rise/Endless Yesterday Poem by annabel inman

How is it we find ourselves where we currently stand?
Is it the things we told ourselves and the mistakes that we transcend?
Or maybe it’s a will of another whether we believe it or not
Either way it’s kind of funny to find ourselves in this knot
Not making too many decisions lately just attempting to get by
But regardless of making choices there’s always something on the rise
You can’t get by silent but you better not raise hell
Because whether you deserve it or not, your fight will always fail
When there is someone more desperate, futile and ill
There is no negotiating, no matter what your will
The best thing to do is to walk away from the muddle
Next time you’ll have your opportunity to put ‘em in the puddle
I can only hope for sanctity, will she take her part
Because if she doesn’t it’ll all fall apart
Either way it goes, I plan to be on my way
Moving forward and leaving this endless yesterday