There’re times I pause,
And ask for the cause,
Of the way I feel inside.
As I ponder for insight,
About my status quo,
I realize no liquor
Had by me been drunk,
That could take me a rung
Down my happiness level.
Then I purpose to shovel
Mine self to the top most
Height in the midst
Of the those who thought
They could make me fraught.
Oh! There’s no cause to feel bad
Reason why despondency I discard.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
There’re times I pause,
And ask for the cause,
Of the way I feel inside.
As I ponder for insight,
About my status quo,
I realize no liquor
Had by me been drunk,
That could take me a rung
Down my happiness level.
Then I purpose to shovel
Mine self to the top most
Height in the midst
Of the those who thought
They could make me fraught.
Oh! There’s no cause to feel bad
Reason why despondency I discard.
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