An un-mottled ocean of grey is the sky
Attempting to have an effect upon I
But I cannot be doused for great joy is nigh
An upwelling begins
Here deep within
This heart made of tin
An unbridled explosion of life coming forth
Brighter far than the star at the North
Meaning that greatly justifies worth
And I am thankful
And I am blessed
And I am His child
Sometimes you get sick, and, well, it sucks.
(Especially if you miss a wedding, Sorry Cuyler & Shannon.)
But you go on.
You go to work and you try to stick it out.
You try to not think about the fact that you’re not going to be there much longer.
You try not to think about that cool new job you’ve landed.
You realize that you’re telling your readership for the first time that you’ve gone and quit your job to work for a company that you actually care about.
And then you smile.
Because Life’s Good…
And your nose is runny…
But Life’s Good.
I don’t think it’s really worth excusing my absence, as I’ve done so pretty much every time I’ve ever fallen off the blogosphere… so on with it, no?
Sometimes when the sky is grey
Sometimes when it’s not
Sometimes when I feel that way
I run away A-lot
Sometimes when sometimes come
Sometimes when they go
Sometimes I cannot feel a thing
Sometimes tears just flow
Sometimes there is one way out
Sometimes there’s a few
Sometimes I want to run and hide
Sometimes it’s from you
Sometimes I just need a hug
Sometimes I need two
Sometimes I just sit and spill
For an hour or two
