I wrote this poem because life is beautifully chaotic, and sometimes you just have to laugh at the daily madness we all live through. Every morning starts with the same ritual – coffee, traffic, and small disasters that somehow make perfect sense by evening.
This captures one of those ordinary Tuesday mornings that turned into something completely unexpected, the kind of day that makes you realize life’s funniest moments happen when you’re just trying to get to work on time.
life chaos
my alarm clock screams at six sharp,
i hit snooze like it owes me money,
ten minutes later i’m running around like a headless chicken,
searching for matching socks that disappeared into thin air;
the coffee maker gurgles its morning song,
mom yells about burning the toast again,
i grab yesterday’s shirt from the chair,
hoping nobody notices the wrinkles look like a roadmap;
taxi driver asks for double fare,
traffic moves slower than my grandpa’s morning walk,
a delivery truck decides to take a nap in the middle of the road,
while i check my watch like it might magically slow down time;
office elevator breaks down on the fifth floor,
my lunch box leaks soup all over my bag,
the wifi crashes right before my presentation,
but somehow everything works out like a movie ending;
evening brings the same beautiful mess,
street vendor’s hot dogs calling my name,
life’s just a series of small disasters,
that somehow add up to something pretty amazing.
