In the worst of days
I make for me
A make-believe mood!*

When within a storm rages
The heart is laden with charcoal tar
One by one I fill up the pages
That twinkle in make-believe’s borrowed star!

What magic can do a changed hair style
When I walk the darkest mile
It shows in the mirror a new look me
Contented to be make-believe happy!

A make-believe man not let the world know
All the pains inside morale low
Even once show not entrails crude
But spread in air make-believe mood!

In make-believe cheers when I hum a tune
It blunts the agony makes me feel immune
Miraculously comes back a feel real good
Saves the worst of days the make-believe mood!