when I’m depressed and feeling crappy
and been unfriended by those who know me
if there was a god I’d pray to him or her
but since there isn’t I wallow in my despair
I dream of winning the lottery
becoming a one percenter chased by paparazzi
a superstar walking life’s red carpet
receiving honours that make the news at six
but I’m no paragon, I’m nowhere near
self-loathing sends me into a depression
when by lucky chance I think of you
and like a tweet gone viral in a flash
I shake away the blues to sing your tune
since your sweet love is all I need, not volatile assets
David Trudel © 2015
