It's fine, really....

It's fine, It's fine, everything is fine. It really is, believe me. The sun still rises, in the east and sets, in the old wild west. The moon still has, A ramp walk, however repetitive, it may be, All across the dark canvas. I am better, mon ami, see! I eat more, I sleep more, Hell! I even had a chat with, with father just last night NO! NO! NO! That is not it, I want to yell, to scream, to cry. The father, last night, one of the lord's, Not mine, never mine, Talked me out from my, Strange fit to take a flight. But I can't stand it, Let alone stomach the look, That will mar your face, it's beauty, when you work it out eventually. So, yes, I walk, I talk, I smile all while saying its fine, when it is anything but.