Common tests are at both the
front and back of my mind.
Yet, i dun think ive been all that
productive these few days.

This kind of feeling again...
Surely this time i've failed myself too many times?
Isit even worth reflecting like this?

Saturday could give me a huge boost.
It could also kill me.

Its gonna be tough.
Its gonna suck big time, running around.
Fate might even throw in a few cramps.
In truth, just one is enough to take me out.

Still, the ball is round.
And despite all the shortcomings, hurdles,
challenges, difficulties,
Nothing is for sure isnt it?

So why worry?

Now im just wondering if i'd made any sense at all.