…Let’s begin this again; There Is Nothing Wrong Here.
Have I learned much too little from practicing life?
There is meant to be contrast; I like it that way
But upon my arrival, I speak of foul play.
To the beat of the drum and the trill of the fife
I must keep my thoughts focused on good will and cheer.
I am, and I know it, a fountain of speech
And since given this work I must see its way through
But should I stick to comedy and push aside
The more tragic components of life? I confide
In the wisdom of Inner Source who guides me to
The wellbeing I well deserve well within reach.
To be is to be and to not is to not.
I should emulate either or both as they are.
Who should give a rat’s ass about what’s up with me?
That’s perhaps not the issue. It’s simply to be.
When the task is just being, one’s mood ascends far
Into places where chronic dis-ease is forgot.