#2321-Entrenched

There are days,

When the writing,

Is on the wall.

It is clear to see,

But my obstinate mind,

Refuses to read.

So I wait,

For the day to pass,

Watching shadows extend,

As the hours unwind.

There is little to do,

On these frustrating days,

When I can see,

Still being stuck,

In an engrained past,

Refusing to go away.