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Depression rears its head and
I’m overwhelmed and frustrated by
The state of the world
The lack of time
The lack of funds
I don’t know enough
I am not enough
It is cold and wet and raining ice
And then I get to sit in a room with people and sing
Singing is good
Singing with people is even better
It’s good for the soul
And then I go to the post office
And the agent is living her best life
She is smiling and laughing
And acting like helping people send their mail is the greatest job in the world
She shakes my hand with a firm grip
“Have a blessed day! Thank you for being here!”
She really means it.
Then there is a boy in the subway
He is giving away handmade paper roses
He looks confused when I offer some money to take a photo
The awful can feel pervasive
I moved to the United States in time
For the peak of its decline
The toxicity is revolting
But then you recall
You can choose light
No matter how little, how hard, how tough
Choose light choose light choose light.
I’m overwhelmed and frustrated by
The state of the world
The lack of time
The lack of funds
I don’t know enough
I am not enough
It is cold and wet and raining ice
And then I get to sit in a room with people and sing
Singing is good
Singing with people is even better
It’s good for the soul
And then I go to the post office
And the agent is living her best life
She is smiling and laughing
And acting like helping people send their mail is the greatest job in the world
She shakes my hand with a firm grip
“Have a blessed day! Thank you for being here!”
She really means it.
Then there is a boy in the subway
He is giving away handmade paper roses
He looks confused when I offer some money to take a photo
The awful can feel pervasive
I moved to the United States in time
For the peak of its decline
The toxicity is revolting
But then you recall
You can choose light
No matter how little, how hard, how tough
Choose light choose light choose light.
1 Comments
Beautiful Lu... take care xo