Different Kind of Day

I'm a work in progress but I'm tired of not liking me this way

In fact, somewhere in the maple trees a ghost of me is running away

I think that's a result of me just trying to be accountable for every little thing in my way

I get so dang hard on me in stupid ways

But life is full of things we cannot change

And maybe that's okay

Some days I wake up as a person that I think I need to save

Grab myself a coffee cup, the self-help books are piled up again

I think that's a result of me just trying to make the best of a life not guaranteed in any way

And I get so dang hard on me, the time just slips away

Today could be a different kind of day