My day was gloomy, unlike I've ever seen,
My mind was fitful, showing reality mean.
My day, marred by poor sleep,
And my work, judged by many as cheap.
The day ended, my mind new and clean,
I sit at my computer, I know what should have been.

I wake up, to the sun's morning sheen,
I roll over to stare at a screen.
I press where needed, to find my work,
I find the reception, found comments that lurk,
I close my eyes, and let out a silent scream.
This morning I find, should've let me dream.