Something happens, always happens.
So when I wake to another dreary day,
The sunlight dripping through the shades like teardrops,
I still remember that
There is possibility; always possibility.
Though breakfast is the same sawdust cereal,
I tell myself that lunch
Is better; always better.
Though I am weary to the bone, I dress in the same costume eagerly,
Trying to remind myself that
There could be something; always something.
Though I peer through the same, thick mask,
I am sure that the careful distance I place around myself will
Be worth it; always worth it.
And even though the motion of acting out a joy I dont feel
Seems repetitive, I believe that the security I give others
Is important; always