What would be different? What has changed?
If I woke up tomorrow morning and could no longer feel inadequate
I’d worry less about etiquette
And whether the participle comes before or after the predicate
I’d worry less in general, about opinions that I now let diminish me
And it seems like they all but finish me
But instead I suppose I’d feel adequate,
And say ‘enough is enough’ to not enough.
I’d take a massive hit of the good life, yeah, that’s the stuff.
And then I’d channel my enough-ness into my work, my fun, my play, my life,
I’d likely feel an ending to so much internal strife
That controlled me prior to my self-defeating emotions flying away like carefree birds on a wire
And so little would be so dire
I might even just take a load off, laugh a little more with a caramel apple sider and cozy up with blankets, and security, and my family and my hope intact,
All snuggly by the fire.
I’d feel less like a pauper and more like a sire.
A king would rise up every day where a gentile use to sleep
And that would be adequate enough for sure
To take many a faithful leap.
