You wake up and check out the mirror with your half grown beard and bright dry eyes reliving your usual ritual of self-assurance, but today, with one look, you know today is one of those days. Your world of absolutes has faded into a maze of too little endings and too many beginnings. Begininng after beginning of new ideas and half blown theories of how things fit and why things happen, but none of it works, none of it ever moves your eye to feeling more and wanting less. Someday, someday you'll face yourself for the solution you know has worked and keeps escaping for the promise of other's self-deception. But today, like every other day, is not that day. With your forgotten successes and forsaken friends, you turn to face the day with growing sophistication and adept adjustments, leaving you handcuffed with the same disatisfaction.