We are all crying out for that rather perfect existence, one where we get to smile whether or not a reel of unanticipated, all too often painstaking days roll on by a million miles an hour
Perfectly suited, booted down to a t to power on regardless, a spark inside that can manage to settle any such ensuing tide that might just threaten to break our banks
Thank the Lord above for our most sunny disposition, plied from past hardships with the absolute right kind of ammunition
No situation ever proving too much, no such crutch necessary, just you and I – us – sitting safe and sound in a most flattering and unwavering position, boastful even