Some kind of..

Tell me the wars you're fighting, behind the smile your hiding
All of the things I know you want to say..

Dear Ma Earth,

I’m tired of thinking about it
I want to see a doing instead
Yet, with so much to overcome in your world,
It’s hard to get out of bed

I’m so grateful for the solstice
For the Suns procrastinating sink
It gives me time to scratch my head
And pretend, if not, to think