how much the merit sought unfound
a way across the habit formed
to seek a somewhere sunny ground
where head and heart and health are warmed
and yet no complicated thing
but easy is as simple spins
the tune that each and all can sing
the nothings that are really wins
  for we do not need pristine stuff
  when new to us is new enough

how far the lassitude has spread
how deep vexation fans its roots
the pillow on the same old bed
the decor that no longer suits
and yet no barrier so high
that we can’t scale with just a boost
and breathe again a different sky
and shake off what the world’s produced
  for the times are hard and rough
  some good can still be good enough