Something to help steel yourself for the day:
Now as our poor young lungs deflate, I’ll admit I’ve gotten older
Mellowed out, chatting up those I used to hate
The feeling that we’re lost will always fade
I present no explanation
Can’t expect our tired patience to satiate for long
And therein lies a truth we can sip when we want
Disciples of the flow, we can float anywhere
If ever there’s a drought, I’ve listed the puddles
Proven to better coax the divine out from within
Remember there’s more road, and places to go
And patterns to contemplate, more people to fornicate
And remember there’s a lot of good omens
Supplying the proof that our life is the best joke ever told
Remember it’s a joke, and leave it alone
Let go and try to be always abiding
Remember if there’s one good reason for dying
The sweet silver lining
Through you she lives on
