Summer is here
We oil up our buns
My eyes are frequently tired
I pour myself into tubes
Self care, self care.

Stop by the grocery store
Grab some tomato juice
My work gives me such life
And it also costs me so much.

I fantasize about the future
And strive to live hard in the present
Nodding consistently to the past
That the old south reaches in
With long soiled fists
And says it is all still here
It is all still here.

I'm a happy lady
Who often feels a quiet sadness
I look for things to lean into
Nothing ever lasting
I fear my own waking and growing
All while knowing I only become better, stronger.

I wonder still
When my prince will come
Recognizing what I've got
Where I've gone
Where I'm going
Dreaming up new little goals
Locking myself into my little coach house
I've been feeling lucky lately
I've been feeling a little bit lucky