Poetry/Music

Good Times

First Verse:

The picture of where I stand is kind of blurry, just like walking in a snow flurry at the whim of nature's fury.
I find it kind of eerie that we're all in a hurry to become very merry, not thinking about when we are pushing and shoving not saying sorry.
Then again, some of us see the world like a safari, where the weak commit harikari and the strong all chary.
I guess even the strong can suffer, not every moment is marvelous like nuphar, and a plenty of us are duffer.
But it makes us tougher and not much of a bluffer or afraid being a snuffer with candles.
That is just what a person handles with battles that seems to put their defenses in shambles, but they are great enough to see everything at different angles from all the ashes.
It's all flashes of happiness that clashes with the monochromatic sort of perspective that seems emphatic, standing up all dramatic in the last hour like a tower of power making enemies cower.
Yeah, just like that we turned the battle and got back on the saddle to fight the war of attrition and that is my position while existing.

Chorus:

Just try your best and not worry about the rest, it's all just a test.
Add that flair or zest, get all that stress off your chest because it is a pest.
Many a time I confessed I was depressed, which I expressed with my own little way of having it addressed.
Don't know me? Then just listen upon how I jest, not wanting my ideals to be wrest, just forming my own sort of quest that no one can detest.
So get dressed and leave the nest, to look down is a behest that needs to congest.

Second Verse:

People say they are tired of the metaphor, but that is my version of a semaphore, I just want to do it more.
Because talking is just a boring chore when you know you can say more that comes from the very core that might be a bit tore.
I have a bit of valour with vigour that cause an uproar with more in store esprit de corps with the goal to restore some sort of happiness in the people with saddened faces.
I been in many places with same sort of traces of cases that lost all sort of graces that a lot of people use phrases blaming on phases, but in all reality they want to find gracious voices that pick the pieces up and help them think up choices.
Joyful and loyal, that's what they need, not to be up on a throne like a royal sipping up poison.
That's like eating noisome boysenberry that is probably frozen when looking at the horizon.
So liven up while the sun is shining, don't need a reason to add a bit more season that is surprising to the cook.
Write more in the book of life with a positive outlook.

Chorus:

Just try your best and not worry about the rest, it's all just a test.
Add that flair or zest, get all that stress off your chest because it is a pest.
Many a time I confessed I was depressed, which I expressed with my own little way of having it addressed.
Don't know me? Then just listen upon how I jest, not wanting my ideals to be wrest, just forming my own sort of quest that no one can detest.
So get dressed and leave the nest, to look down is a behest that needs to congest.

I know when things are getting harder and we become curious with a dash of furious at the same time.
We need to figure out what is spurious with usurious ways of thinking.