The morning today feels dizzy,
The night just passed, was rather hazy!
The pit-pat rain drops – they call me crazy;
For I have no clue to fathom them, maybe!
The gloominess accentuates the murkiness,
While my focus seems to be perhaps less.
It's okay, to have a heart full of tenderness
That might yet conflict the mind, “Oh I’m a mess!”
Being cool has a different temperament,
Maybe it does not mean to have a badass head!
Maybe it asks to have that heart for the emaciated,
Perhaps it asks to be the shelter for the unspoken lad.
It asks to lend a shoulder for grandpa’s heavy bag,
It asks to leave your seat for that expectant lady.
You don’t have to look sturdy or have a beard for that!
Maybe that makes one cool – like real cool!