Most of the Time

Most of the time
I'm pretty sorted and content
Most of the time
My time walks by well-spent
I follow my dreams
I don't wait for signs
Stay right with it
As the road unwinds
Most of time
I go through the day smiling
Widely, often and true
Even on cloudy days and gray
My heart stays shining
Most of the time
I love all of mankind
Clasp hands and hug friends
Sit sipping on wine
Most of time
I wouldn't change it if I could
When I can't remember her name
and I can believe this lie
I tell myself to smile
after I swallow the pain
Most of time
I can deal with anything I face
Most of time
I can do wharever it takes
Write songs to goddesses
Who couldn't possibly exist
To get my mind away
And set my soul adrift
Most of the time
She ain't even in my mind
Most of the time
I need to remind myself
Forget the snow and that night
As I walked up those steps
To her and her smile
Shining down on me brighter
Than the white lamplight
Most of the time


(inspired not-so-subliminally by my favorite Bob Dylan song, which played on repeat through the evening. Don't ask me why because I can listen to a song I like for hours. I'm obsessive like that)