“I know not all that may be coming,
but be it what it will, I’ll go to it laughing.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

All that may be coming…

The days, all the same, as they turn up, after each other like clockwork

One by one, fading away, nothing remembered or loving about them jerks

But I will stay optimistic about it all, even if this situation lasts from spring till fall

I promise to take what ever comes, head on

Even, if I have to stumble and sometimes fall

Life is never easy, and mostly I just feel queasy

Then I turn into my hopes and dreams and before totally beaten I feel

I piece of chocolate I steal

And then, I feel fine again, as for a brief moment in happiness I spend

As I find it’s the littlest things in the end, which life turns around again