With a belly full of bran
and home on my mind
I look to my left.
The contents of his notebook
and the scribbles tell me
this man is sad.

Probably the saddest
I've ever seen, and that's
saying a lot coming
from me.

I want to shake him!
I want to tell him that I am
in this voluntary prison
because someone succeeded
where he failed, but hopefully
these failures will be a success.

He can't see this now.
He won't take his hand down
from his eyes long enough
for me to look at him.

To see that all is not lost
quite yet.
To see that Scarlett O'Hara
was right when she said
"tomorrow is another day"
after the love of her life
walked out on her without
giving a ****.
Tomorrow's tomorrow is
just a day after that.
And a day after that.
They're just days.

I want to smile at him.
Look at me!
I have life.
You have life.
We all have a little life.