I give up every night and wish myself luck every day
This means I might survive one more and it’ll turn out okay
This means I’m chin up doing something with the feelings instead of wondering why
I have them so I’ll take them with me as time hopscotches by
no difference made, true but I’m here right now
no yesterday matters and tomorrow doesn’t exist anyhow
my outer world is unreliable, I wake up and then I sleep
and I’ve got to be the one who does all the loving moving through my own dreams…
So I’ve got to love me right. Genuinely wish myself well, if I wake up again my luck’s just a spell.
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 