Picked Up Momentum, Didn’t Drop The Ball

I have no active copy of Word just now…

The days pick up momentum whilst I try my hardest not to drop the ball!
Playing patti-cake with the man in the mirror
Reflecting on the blindness that comes from worshiping the sun.

With little faith in optimism
I grow old as another year passes me by.
Can’t keep running away.
At least that’s what the Tribe tells me?
Questing far and wide.
Streamlined because I’m a broke-ass b*tch.

Anyway, anyway, or this-away, that-away?
It’s heads down, thumbs up
As I stumble and bumble my way to a cynical
Tuesday.