Intermission

It's the laundry you didn't fold

It's the coffee that's getting cold

It's the "leaving it up to fate"

It's the "always ten minutes late"

It's the thing that you couldn't find

The ingredient left behind

It's the pill that you didn't take

It's the "calling it a mistake"

Isn't it funny how it makes you doubt

Not to have it figured out

And the idleness will plague you with some nightmares bout yourself

Somewhere along the line you'll be wishing

You could go back in time for revision

But even the greatest minds have a limit

And every good storyline has in intermission