Gmorning
To the altos and the baritones in choir
To the viola players and trombonists in the band
Your melody is not the one
the world sings
But it’s so much more f***ing interesting &
The song falls apart without you
Gmorning
It’s not too late
It’s not too late
It’s not too late
Your life is right here and in your care.
Long as you’re here,
it’s not too late.
Let’s go.
Gmorning.
That imaginary fight you keep having in your head is taking up SO much room.
Write it out. Your most devastating line of attack. Tell it to a friend or a shrink. Or a canvas. Or chuck it.
Get it out.
You need your head and your heart for bigger things. Vamos.