Every morning after I get up, I stare at this toothpaste tube.
I wonder is it really so important that it should be my first muse?
While I sit for a few minutes, half asleep, holding it,
My whole life so far flashes back & the last day sets the mood for this new one.
Each day isn't so b'ful and it is always full of surprises.
But what I pick up from it decides my journey forwad.
I wish I could forget the ones that killed me many times over,
And pick up only the ones that made me smile for silly reasons.
But Nay, mind is hardly spotless and it picks up all the bitches.
I can just pretend to shrug them off and brush my teeth.
