Confusion

As time goes on there seems to be a pattern.
Consisting of misfortune and gratitude to subtle laughter. 
It's hard to keep a good fight when you don't get a break.
Even Rocky's and Ali's soul and mind would be at stake.

Dreading the infinite rounds of "what if's" and "why me".
With the continuous thought of failing sunny days often appear cloudy. 
Learning to let go and take one day at a time I see myself sitting between 43rd and 44th street wasting my time.