Though I’m resigned to float downstream
And shed my lifeblood drop by drop,
In essence, I’m the same as cream
And keep on rising to the top.
But, in the gap from day to day,
This better me is just ignored;
I’m more concerned to find my way
Between the angry and the bored.
And so my life’s a fearful grind;
It’s no surprise I’ve lost all hope.
I simply can’t not lose my mind,
Since who on earth could ever cope?
And so I struggle, kick and scream,
Till I remember I’m like cream.
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