Life is too short to moan
About things you cannot change
But, aren’t we all orange?
My poor shattered body groans
Reality is a staircase leading nowhere.
Do something that makes you happy
I surely would, if I could
Like children playing in the mud
Without a care in the world
Could truly say they’re happy.
One, two, three, it’s as easy as that
It’s all about mind over matter
Watching the bulky chunks float to the ground
Searching for solace out of kilter
The phoenix rises astronomically bound.
