Do you ever feel,
like you're stuck in a rut,
does every day,
feel like a punch to the gut.

Nothing is right,
no matter how hard you try,
it's enough to make you,
want to sit down and cry.

Not sure how,
but you weather the storm,
you always do,
despite it's chosen form.

The river it rolls,
and the thunder does too,
you let them go past,
while eating homemade stew.

The punches keep coming,
but you throw up your guard,
you shrugged them off,
and continue, life is hard.