Where is the commitment to An idea, The faith The mojo The moxie That sees me through Days that Don't include This pounding in my head This enslavement to my Neurons That leaves me On my knees Begging for mercy While the Opportunities pass me by? So gone days seem When I can't Seize any day Only those that I can Get up the energy for Sad, really And there really isn't Much I can do I can just Make it not as bad But it's still a Black day in a Black face And I wish Something Consistently Worked instead of random things This shot of tequila here, An excedrin there. Aromatherapy, massage Biofeedback, yoga, meditation I'm one big fucking healthy Person Who can't sometimes see past The pain And I wish to gods I could Make it not be this way that I could make progress But I can't And I just have to Trooper on Put on a happy face And lie through my teeth Yes, I'm fine And you?
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