Alibi

This poem is my alibi,

Of today,

That I was here,

Exisiting if not living,

Breathing if not alive,

Moving if not stuck,

Of this version that I am today,

And this version that I am leaving behind,

As this minute passes by,

And the day ends with all the lessons and challenges,

Leaving me a little more drained out,

But here is my alibi,

That I was here, somehow.