Sometimes you lose it and you fear you will never get it back.
You get the cold sweats.
Sheets damp and wrinkled from nocturnal sweats.
Caught in the grips of sheer night terrors.
Sometimes you never had it and only fooled your own self worth.
Your whole world is a lie.
The whole sum of the fractal reality is false.
Ther last dingy is a hope for your false to be positive.
Sometimes it bleeds and radiates like a bright, hot, white, light.
Feet planted firmly in the ground.
Head held high in the sky’s.
Top of the world, Ma.
Sometimes it’s flacid like a wet towelett.
It’s old age in pains and joints.
A cold, slow, freeze towards the future.
But tomorrow will be much better.
WHAT TO DO NOW?