Reign Down on My Head

Morning opens with droplets on my window
As we rush to see things through the end
We fear the end is needle's eye
I'm scared we might not finish it

Day fades to anger
As I decide against the three dollars
And even then, confusion reigns
I leave with the same coat of questions on

Day rushes to aggravation
Working through the clock that could tick for better
One and then some rotations
And I had to restart myself

Night fills with sub-satisfaction
The load is done, but there's always more
We have to figure this out
I swear, this is not so froward