I. So I Begin I begin as I have been again To write myself out of this hole I am in So I say when discouraged like yesterday Then with a pencil clear the cobwebs away Beginning forever because ending never Quite suited me Beginning is already halfway to winning Actually Yesterday I began again I wrote myself out of that hole I was in And if I can do it today who can say But as I have been so I begin II. Round and Round Circling the drain of homelessness Squaring the pain of hopelessness With hope for happiness ahead Remembering reality As formerly it was for me Though purgatorial instead Of hell it might as well be for The pain of death when life hurts more A dream of life for one as dead So here I go now round the drain Not down but round and round again III. Dead Mouse Did you flush him down the toilet? No I kicked him down the hall And yet you had the balls to let Him lie there by the wall Brought in by the cat At least not a rat IV. Remember the Rain The dove grey cloud bank slowly smoothly slides Across the day as it rides on the rain Revealing the secrets the sunshine hides What we forget until it rains again Of how it falls and fills and feels and how It is what we forgot about until now So let the rain come down and wash away All but the best of it save that but not The rest of it for tomorrow today Remember the rain the way we forgot Until it falls and fills how it feels and When it rains again we will understand then Life as it falls and fills an open hand And how it feels now until it rains again V. Stony Baloney The roaches here are stony Are not bugs and no baloney When I find them on the floor Then and I spark them up once more To be born again to me As second chance reality By happenstance to be as I Am living though I die In spite of everything I just keep happening VI. I Will Bloom Again The Laughing Daffodil makes me so happy I bark like a dog and meow like a cat She makes me laugh too and makes me all sappy And open and hopeful and I like that I like her as it were and she likes me too The Laughing Daffodil who gets me through And through because she does as it was and will be Long laugh the Daffodil and shine her smile on me The power of a flower of the Daffodil is how Even now at this late hour I will bloom again somehow +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII