Years ago it hit me.
On course, the route chosen, the well brimming full and cups running over.
Now, on occasions I hate to admit exist, it seems different.
But that, only for a moment.
I’m still the fifteen year old I was.
In other words even when I sound like the opposite, I’m still optimistic with temporary pessimistic rough patches, aberrations and obstacle courses in the way.
Does it take a birthday gift or pleasant outcome of a child’s school test to keep you in the positive place?
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