Yesterday was the warning, todays like the morning after. I was a fool yes, but get these wise words. Your world was torn in half, you wake in its wake to start the mourning process and rebuilding, you're still a work in progress. Today's a whole new chapter; it’s like an enormous asthma. Thunderstorm has passed you; you weathered it and poked its eye out. With the thorn bush that you used to smell the roses. Stopped to inhale, can't even tell your nose is stuffed. So focused on the bright side, then you floor the gas pedal. And hit the corner fast, the more asserted, never looking back. May hit the curb, but every day is a new learning curve, as you steer through life, sometimes you might not want to swerve. But you have to, to avert a disaster, lucky, no permanent damage. Because they hurt you so bad, it's like they murdered you. And threw dirt on your casket, but you've returned from the ashes. And that hurt that you have, you just converted to fuel. A