Here I lay in a blue hammock,
Gently, in the breeze, it does rock.
I am pondering what lies ahead,
Yet still my mind wanders instead.

I've been troubled for quite awhile,
Thoughts and feelings out of style.
Where is my love, faith and pride?
All my energy faded from inside.

It's been a few weeks since I wrote
For I felt that my life a sinking boat.
Notions seducing me not being here,
My life doesn't seem so sincere.

As I watch the clouds change shape,
I think, from darkness can I escape?
A good sort's advice "not at Xmas"
She's right, lives will sour like citrus.

Yes that is right, no spirit within me,
No ho ho ho nor joy for me to...