Morning

Welcome love!
Welcome hate!
Welcome everybody
I’m starting on a clean slate

Notice the table
All wiped and clean
Notice I have emptied even the cup
Starting from ground zero now
Working my way up.

Outside My Window

Redefining friends
redefining loneliness
Counting my blessings
vain and vacant like
counting barking crows
outside my window.

Outside my window
What’s out there? (do I really care?)
Outside my window
Far different from the calm between my toes
Where everybody else is busy
And in here it’s really only me

Is this the moment of truth?
Who’s been calling or
who’s been used?
I don’t care to know the answer
when half of it is bull
and the other half is out there.
Out there.

Outside my window
I can see the steeple on the hill.
I can see a lone cat sitting still.
Someone else is counting calm
Counting friends and
counting foes
or counting crows outside his window.
He’s wondering if half his cup is empty
or half of it is full

Or like me, from behind my window
The other half’s just bull.

I Will Be Happy

I will be happy
I will defy the odds
I will look past that childhood scar
and dare that dream to rock
I will be happy
Even while they laugh at me
I will be happy
I will be happy and me

I will be happy
I will remind the rain and sun
I will be scorched or drenched
I will be cursed or praised
But I will not turn and run
It is my right
It is my right
I will be happy
I will be happy in whatever light