I could be depressed about the condition of the world
if I weren’t so excited about the color of the sky.
As all the money I’ve earned and saved is disappearing
the voices of friends are adding warmth to my growing excitement.
With the security of my way of life increasingly threatened
my ease at enjoying myself with abandon moves me.
My disconnectedness, from decades of social ineptitude
has brought me to pursuit of renewing nearly extinct contacts.
The black of death looms over the horizon in so many guises
as the promise of opportunity blooms with joy and light.
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Am I totally worthless? Have I slipped into inescapable mediocrity?
Am I about to receive a great reward? Is my best work about to be born?
Will the North Koreans, the Iranians, the islamic fundamentalists nuke us?
Will the human race wake up to realize our highest potential?
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I could be depressed about the condition of the world
if I weren’t so excited about the color of your eyes.