“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