With statistics,
we can predict most anything.
The chance of rolling a six
or picking up a full house.

What are the chances of
driving home sad because your
sports team lost.

Whats the probability of me
losing faith in my writing.

How good are my odds that soon I will
get stuck and struggle resulting
in leaving it to rust because I gave up.
There’s a pile of things for that situation,
staring from across the room.

Why did you give up the guitar they say
Why aren't you athletic they say
Unmotivated and unhappy
I hate myself
I hate my thoughts
I hate writing about you.

In a country that prases itself for its freedoms
why is it so hard to be optimistic.
Under the fog of darkness
and haze of bright days,
true definition of California weather
single cloud in the sky
surrounded by that almighty blue
that we have learned to love.
We rejoice when it hides behind the storm
and praise its return for the day.

What are the chances that on a bright day,
cloudy afternoon, and rainy night
that I'll still feel truly happy at the end.
How many nights out of 10 nights
Will I come home and before I get out
of my car in silence, staring down the road
whispering to myself
“I will be happy, things will get better”
Sore ankles and fatigued bones
from long days of walking through misery.
Sleep through the night