Sometimes, there's nothing else you can do...

and sometimes, there's nothing else you can do...


but admit that you're a joke.


Sometimes, there's nothing else you can do...but wallow in despair, and misery, and call out all the doubts, then lose,


and say its fair.


Sometimes, there's nothing else you can do...but be as one with bleakness, and bury yourself into there.
Shrivel into something silver, then really, really say it's fair. 


Sometimes, there's nothing else you can do...


but reach your eager arms, and clutching claws up,


and ever upwards, towards the phosphoresent gleam of the plankton,


and rise up, and burst out into the full gleam of the moonlight upon the beautiful, and tranquil summer sea, and then...


and then....


get over to the drive thru at Mickey D's and order a number three. 


because you're hungry, and that's all the salvation the soul needs.


The end.


Amen.