It is hard to believe sometimes
how I keep both feet on the ground.
I can’t seem to grasp the rhyme of life;
my mind, a perpetual lost and found.
(This is tired, I know): but you break the spell!
A clarion call doth sound!
I swear to be better in mumbled speech,
sad apologies do always abound;
it is hard to believe how I’d get through life,
without you letting me hang around.