I don’t feel good,
but do feel fine.
I don’t drink the food
nor eat the wine.
My day’s not going well —
just going.
I’m not to-ing as much as
I’m fro-ing.
I’m not coping well but coping.
I’m not living in hope but hoping.
I’m not falling down or failing,
but treading water, fumbling, flailing.
Don’t ask too much, beyond inhaling —
I’m holding tight onto the railing:
inhaling and exhaling
I’ve got this covered,
life unfailing.