What do you do when the flowers start to blossom,
but you're grinch-green like buttercup,
when no drugs can get you high like a power puff,
life is coming at you like mojo jo jo,
hoping for a discount but you don't have a promo,
pains pricked the bubble that you made with jokes.

Carrying a code of conduct in the last quarter as twenty twenty runs passed you,
trying not to drop the baton and let down the team.

Seems like there's holes in your bucket,
cause nothing holds water,
it's a slippery ***** when you can't cope,
feeling like you're at the end of your rope.

Nothing fills the avoid dance,
you just want the record to replay like an encore,
numb from trying to find work like LinkedIn park.

You're not a burden for having burdens,
one things for certain,
every scene has to end,
when they close the curtain,
the playwright might flip the script,
so don't you quit,
soon you'll start to attune to the beauty of spring,
winter was long but a new song you'll sing.