sometimes you have the feeling of naught,
unsure of the reason or season for ought.
but then comes a summer when sometimes
and sometimes we feel and sometimes
for some reason
per-haps we don’t,
but don’t give up for feeling that
never we won’t.
i love and give and even in funk,
i try to buck up–
not feel like junk.
so hats on
and bats on
and buck up, my girl,
no evil inside exists in that curl.