Two Line Stream

[howeverbrief]

Bought books about a month ago
forgetting them in the mail was like a present

Trying to make up for yesterday
but nothing really counts as it should

I got boysenberry syrup at the store
but nothing to put it on

At least the cats have food
and litter enough to last the week

Silly things keep sneaking in with the serious
like telling myself I'm Mr. Rogers on crack

Enough is enough, I always want to believe
but really, enough is still less than all

Could go back and make you happy, but
then who would care if I'm happy?

I would blame what I'm wearing on laundry day
though the truth is, I'd wear this anyway

If I really wanted to help
I'd stop talking and start doing

Still, what good would it do
if no one's really thinking?

Even if it's windy outside
the sun still shines

And here I am, fresh air in my lungs
alive, alive alive