The current state
Of my affairs
Is that I think
Nobody cares
I might be sick
I might be well
Help me because I can't tell
The facts of life
Are not to blame
The government acts in their name
Now I might be rich
I think I'm poor
Either way I lock my door
I'm not always sure what for
Calendars
Have such peculiar ways
I'm not talking about holidays
Just the movement
Of the sun
When your days have begun
And when they're done
There's a right
To family
But I think it might
Have escaped me
What I say here
Is what I've got
Whether I like it or not
There could be some great meaning
Of which
I am a parody
It's just a thought
At least it's free
Soon to be a memory
Hindsight is 2020
Calendars
Have such peculiar ways
I'm not talking about holidays
Just the movement
Of the sun
When your days have begun
And when they're done