Deep in your stomach, there’s a bottomless pit.
The one that holds emotions and feelings that sit.
They’ll tell you that it’s easy, to forgive and forget.
That it’s easy to undwell on the frets that you fret.
But do not let them fool you, for they are far wrong.
For when someone lets you down, their melody sings no song.
If and when the clock strikes twelve, and you are still unwell,
The feeling will sink into your deep, dark pit, the well of all deep wells.
You’ll fall fast asleep, a temporary forget,
As your mind looses control to the dreaming dreamt bet.
You’ll dream a wild, unimaginable dream,
And your let-down lover has melodies that sing.
But dreams are just tricks that your mind often plays
When people get the best of you, on your best of yet days.
You’ll wake up in a fury, wondering how the song was sung,
When your let-down lover has no strings strung.
So get up, get going, get the best of your day,
Games are just games;
The best are there to play.
