by PAULA
Have you ever been
sick
and tired
of being tired?
and sick with worry?
trying to please the world saying “please” for things I should already have.
But what can I do but laugh it off… when it feels to hard,
I shuffle
the cards and deal again
can’t always explain my feelings,
instead,
I drive away. Shoulda’
dealt with ’em
even though it felt like quicksand.
Gotta stick it to the man!
and get up everyday, get
ready.
Tie my shoes,
not much else to do… liven’ in a dreamland.