How often have I thought in easy times
That they would stretch eternally into
The future: endless days in balmy climes
And mental palm trees swaying into view
Nudged by the soft breezes that blew
Within my mind only show them off
And make the day seem better by a few
Near-imperfections? Now I hit the trough
And though I used to think that I could scoff
At difficulties, I discover that
I cannot quickly or easily doff
The cares that come with feeling knocked down flat.
And so I wander wondering how I
Can find my way back to that crystal sky.
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