Wednesday, February 25, 2009

This morning I woke up
and said hello to the ceiling
Poured my coffee into my cup
with that same familiar feeling

I'm gonna be okay; I'm gonna be alright
As long as there's day at the end of each night
I'm gonna be okay.
As long as dark is still chased by the light
I'm gonna be okay

1 comment:

Cheryl said...

Thank you, John. With looming dark clouds (known as pink slips--such a happy color for such a dark thing) hanging around in my world right now, this was a timely reminder.