What can I really say?
The sadness is so deep,
It's not about wanting things I don't have,
It's not getting to keep.

The oceans could swallow us up today,
Or a meteorite,
Bombs falling from the sky from miles away,
Have I been sounding down lately? I might,

Economy's always been tenuous,
So has democracy,
Not that either has ever existed,
As far as I can see.

Ok, I'm done,
No, I mean writing this,
It's only because it is my birthday,
That I am feeling such an optimist.