And, once again, life’s brought you low;
You’re staring at the ceiling.
Instead of swigging whiskey, though,
You’re knocking back Darjeeling.
Your tipple’s not the only change;
You’re not consumed with fear.
And, while your sense of ease feels strange,
Its explanation’s clear:
You’ve come to see you’re at the front
Of life’s plunge into night,
And, while that might seem like a stunt,
It’s really real, all right.
And, even though depression’s hit,
There’s stillness at the heart of it.
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Metamorphosis
