While this isn't how I feel today, it was how I felt on at least one particular day. I found this in a little notebook that I write in once in awhile. I'm wondering if I should name this notebook~ 'Not quite country songs'...

Why can't I turn off my brain

and be stupidly, blissfully happy?

Why can't I just drain off the pain

and sing a song all sappy?

The clouds keep rollin' in

The sky keeps not turnin' blue

I can keep on bein' somethin' else

But never somethin' new.

...or maybe I'll just leave it alone. After all, things left alone have a tendency to turn into something else.