i think this week is not my week.
my brain is peeling away
my words crash as i try to speak.
my soul is glum,
my eyes are numb
i don't know what to do.
i want to crawl back into bed, don't you
i think today is not my day,
i think this week is not my week.
i thought i had something to say,
but gosh i felt too tired and weak.
the sky is gray,
my body astray,
i don't know where i've been, what i've done
come back aright gravity, you've won
i'm not sad, not happy, not up, not down,
no gravity to bring a grin or frown.
i'm somewhere, a balloon drifting,
held by the thinnest of string.
i think today is not my day,
i think this week is not my week.
mercurial mood and brooding go away.
happiness gravitate into orbit, me to shift and tweak.