Everything’s gonna be alright. Everything’s gonna be alright. Everything’s gonna be alright. Everything’s gonna be alright.
Bob Marley knows some things more than what I know about. Spent the last half hour writing and erasing, writing and erasing, writing and erasing. All of it, self pitying drivel all dressed up to sound profound. Fuck that shit.
Gotta get myself a new attitude. Shit happens. It always happens. And when times are good, they’re gonna give way to bad. When they’re bad, they’re gonna give way to good. Don’t even have to lift a finger. It just happens that way.
You live long enough in life, things get ripped from you. Hurts like hell. Emotions all raw and vulnerable. Can’t do anything about it. It happens. It passes. It happens again. All you can do is flow.
I’m a leaf floating upon the river and everything’s bubbling and churning around me. I’m feeling a motion sickness vertigo confusion at the moment and everything’s sideways… but that’s ok too. The river’s flowing and I just passed a sign that says, ‘calm waters ahead’.
I know what I want and I’m gonna get after it. When I find it, no one’s gonna rip it away because it will be in me.
It will be me.
