Pick-Me-Up

When i feel as terrible as i do today,

I sit at my computer and turn off my brain

And let my fingers fly across the keys

And create words

And these words create lines

That make stanzas

That make poems

That paint pictures

And tell stories

And sing songs

And when i turn my brain back on

And i can see what i write

I’m the slightest bit happier

That i was moments before