I got a lot on my mind lately
All of the things on the line
Not even numbers that count to nine
Can solve all of life’s shimmy

Maybe thinking and writing,
on a phone how it feels
Then telling and sharing,
to a perceptive human heals

But maybe help wouldn’t arrive after all
Because the help we need is within us
Pulling out every inch of pain and grief
Hoping, it’s all gone in the fall

Well, who knows what will and won’t?
Stars won’t show with light
As they twinkle best in pitch black
That’s why mortals who shine bright
Glows in the presence of absence