Sitting, typing, writing, thinking
the dark, is thick and humid
am I floating? am I sinking?
will the sun ever come to raise the lid
from this deep depression in which I live?
I have been promised a brighter day
a new hope for tomorrow, but there's more that I crave
much more that I want, so much more that I need
and I have no problem with owning my greed
Life is thirsting, craving yearning
not the 9 to 5 routine of money earning
life is loving and living and thrilling
a mad burst of energy, then sitting and chilling
that's what they tell me that's what I hear
yet, I've been fog bound for more than a year
the winters too cold, when the sun shines its too hot
cant seem to be satisfied with most things I've got
It's the longest day and that's good or so they say
though summers just begun the end is on it's way
Yet I sit in the dark and I'm writing this drivel
that comes straight from a heart and a mind that is shriveled
I wish the world happiness, love, peace and joy
hey and things could be worse
what if I'd been a boy?
I couldn't have just gone and captured a child
the pure golden energy that animates keeping this husk alive
I thank this body for it's gift of creating
a statement of war and death negation
the light in the darkness, the spark in the stars
even when sleeping she glows from afar
the illumination, the radiance, the truth of her way
hey, maybe it aint gonna be such a bad day!

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