If I could just control my mind
optimism would not be
so hard to find
but dropped rocks fall
and chemicals squirt
and I guess it’s just the consequence
of being made of dirt
who knows whether
choice is real
if anyone can really
help how they feel
who knows if value
persists
or always dissipates
to lukewarm mists
but that’s no way to think about
So I’ll just pray that it all works out
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