…at the wrong time.
The wrong pictures that are never good.
The wrong people who are calling me.
The wrong places I’m going to.
The wrong smile I put on my face.
The wrong week in the diary because it’s still not therapy time again.
The wrong bustle that keeps me from listening to my thoughts.
The wrong clock that is going backwards and catapulting me back into the past.
The wrong things I only do because I don’t know what’s right at the moment.
And still the thought that someday everything will be just right.