When nothing seems to work, when nothing seems to go my way, I had better get to work, and do something with my useless day.
Turn it around, spin it in ground, get it to stay, put it on its feet, stash it away, let it portray, let it grow roots, let it hail.
When nothing seems to function, when nothing seems to be on track, then I seem to make assumptions, without taking my senses back.
Grab them back then, into my head again, fill my cranium with wonderful motivation, fill it with hope, fill it with colors, fill it with bright, white, light.
Let the dull grey stumble away under the clouds, and be careful not to voice my accusations out loud, just let the chaos fade, let it go away.
Turn back to front, turn front to back, stops just fencing defensive, go to attack, try the turmoil, taste the array, stay there in touch, let the truck stay.
When nothing seems worth mentioning, when time seems all but frozen, when the world is cold and grey and a puddle looks like an ocean.
Don't melt down into that puddle, muddled by emotion, stay sincere, stay convinced and fill yourself with devotion, towards.
Something that works, something that spins, something that goes, something that wins, something that flows, something that brings.
Hope to this world that the gods seem to forsake, since so long ago.