You know those days you sometimes have,
The kind that leave you feeling sad.
It’s hard to say why you feel that way,
All you know is life is lame.
I don’t purpose to know just why,
A certain song can make me cry,
Or specific word can make me cringe,
Make me want to flip a lid.
Who knows why some days shine the sun
And other ones forget to have fun.
The clouds come in and steal the show,
Confusing me, I do not know
The way that I should try to go.
It gets tricky to navigate
without a light, or good shipmate.
A trusty compass is hard to come-by,
And I easily buy into the lie
That I can read a map just fine,
That I’m all right, I’m getting by.
It’s funny when you realize,
That you’ve been shrunken down to size.
Maybe you didn’t have it just right,
It needed more salt, a smaller bite.
Back to the drawing board I go,
Devising a plan to steal back the show.
I’m trying to be the star in a play,
That was never mine, even back in the day.
If clouds are the key to staying humble
Then I won’t fight the distant rumble
Of howling winds and stormy weather.
I know my rope could start to severe
Leaving me without a line,
My only hope, the true Divine.
Divinity, reveal to me
The part that you would have me be.
The role that you would have me play,
Yes, I'm thinking that would make my day.
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