never give up, never surrender, never put a tuna melt in the blender . . . .

looking to the ground
and holding back a tear
wearing just a frown
chilled by wind and fear

perhaps a new direction
would be circumspect
a different point of view
to proclaim and project

for downward things seem dark
and naked things seem cold
but if do look up
ah! sunlight I behold

I climb out from the cave
that I've happily reclused in
advice some angel gave
I wake from a nightmare grim

my chin escapes the confines
of my heaving chest

I will see through

I was shocked at first

but I can find diamonds in the sea