Reflections of a Happy Man
soaking six feet into sediment
I am settlin' into a new mindstate,
I am not great.
Oh yes I have my flaws.
Perfection gives me fits,
So I am forced to fiddle with reality.
Hope is at home snoring
While frustration is coming down,
Pouring.
I try to outrun the depression;
But look, its gaining on him.
I try to dodge the tears;
But look, its raining on him.
Feet unfirmly planted in this muddy sand.
Here I stand.
I am what I am.
No longer can I be,
A Reflection of a happy man.
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