Here I am again
Facing another day
and wondering why I bother
Then I remember you
and it doesn't matter that my book of days is growing to a close
that most of it
I wouldn't even bother to read myself
so many ordinary days
just strung together
with no discernible meaning
other than sheer survival
I know I'll never be a celebrity
but I look at you
and it doesn't matter
at all