The day / is gray / I don’t have what to say / I wish I didn’t have to get up / but I got my bills to pay.

Depression / Coming down on me / Like a breaker in the surf tearing away at the shore ...

This heretofore life was so pathetic / From now on just call me peripatetic.

In deepest darkest February / I battled all the ghosts / And demons spooks and goblins / That plague me least and most