Bits of the past come back, inspiring me.
The present, that is tiring me.
Problems, problems, problems all day long.
I remember that song.
Will they turn out right or wrong?
Can life be a song?
I suppose I’ll have to get down to it and do it.
If not, I blew it.
Quite likely, there is nothing to it.
But to do it.
So, okay, later I will try.
Do or die.
As someone said, for why?
To make a blue sky.
11th October, 2016