Poetry - Pancake

I flip and flop, like a pancake in a pan.

To feel one thing would be

to be half baked.

What tomorrow’s lesson brings,

today I’ll never know.

I’d rather stop to take a simple bite.

This poem is about feeling up and down from day to day.  I wear my heart on my sleeve a lot of the time.  When people ask me how I'm doing I surprise them by being honest.

I felt like with two very short poems, I might as well post them in the same day.

Thanks guys!