Ode to a Slip of Paper
"Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got."
I don't think there's anything more true than that.
The world is changing, slipping and twisting in different ways,
Ways I don't recognize anymore.
Is it just me? Or is it just the world?
Well, it doesn't really matter. "I know what I know."
When I've got something that's dragging me down, I know just where to go.
I've got a little box that I keep my happiness in.
"It's just a box of rain," one might have said.
But I know better.
When I begin to spiral out of control, I just open the box
and read some slips of paper.
"I love you."
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