When things turn blue…as they sometimes do
When all is wrong…and can’t be fixed
When life is dull…and lacking light
And you seem to think…it’s all not right
When life is stormy… and you’re getting dreary
You may think it’s a game…you may get weary
You just may think…the worlds’ out for you
And in some strange way…it may be true
If all were well…as we all might wish
Then we wouldn’t have to…go out and fish
We’d just sit tight…not needing a thing
We’d never grow…we’d always be the same
Like matter in space…objects in motion
We just tend to stick to all the same notions
Moving the right way…at just the right pace
Until some other force gets in our way
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