I look ok today as looks go,
But I hear them say
Too many things to me
That knock me down,
Down, down, down,
To the bottom of the black
Where I can’t claw back
To the top
In short time.
I hear them say these things to me
And I create the stories in my mind
As they go on their way
Never wiser are they of me where
There, already in the bottom of the black,
I’m where I think they always say I should be.