There are moments in life,
Where you are just left to yourself,
Initiating an internal evaluation,
Of your own mental health,
As you organise your mind,
In an orderly fashion,
You begin to notice,
That some of your anger was just mislayed passion,
That most of the doubts,
You had before you took action,
Were just quiet contemplation,
Ensuring you would get the right traction,
Those restless nights,
That had you multiplying sheep,
Were an automatic notarization,
Of the days events you forgot to keep,
That actually when all said and done,
And everything is filed away,
You initially misinterpreted the moments,
But you can always restart tomorrow from what you learnt today.
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