POEM-ish

I’m sure there’s lots of reasons to be mad
…but I just can’t think of any right now.
I have a feeling I won’t be mad tomorrow either.
How will I manage?
Tomorrow’s a new day and even as I sleep, I trust He’s speaking…sneaking even…
moving things around so I won’t be able to find them
What if… I woke up tomorrow and my evil plan to dominate the ‘confrontation pending’
wasn’t where I left it?
would I know what to say?
maybe the exchange will be
that for every rotten line- a blessing?
am I ready to be nice already?
I must be
zzz…zzz…zzz…