The Abject of My Affections

I can’t explain the cloud.

It doesn’t bring me down,

But it threatens a little rain

And I’m over-sensitive to pain

So when I feel the sky turning gray

I swim upstream all day

Afraid to see what’s downstream,

Another tumbling waterfall, the gleam

Of another cruel hook,

So I bite by the bullet by the book

And close my eyes, and repeat

It’s all just a dream, there’s no defeat

If I just keep standing.

No running, leaping, landing

On my feet is needed;

If I stand still I have succeeded.