Ennui
L'ennui avec, The trouble with ...
It's hard to pinpoint with a sharp edged scythe.
What has put me in this existential crisis.
Something deep down inside is indeed amiss.
This doldrum and this malaise.
As though the things in life were just blase'.
I'll pull myself out. Make it right not just for me.
But make two others more important. More deserving ladies.
The weather has done me mischief. Me thinks it's the cause.
Turn these feelings 'round is my goal. Put sadness on pause.
So I take the beauty in life and like clay I reshape it.
Mending the threads of my psyche. Darn the fabric with good spirit.
It's hard to pinpoint with a sharp edged scythe.
What has put me in this existential crisis.
Something deep down inside is indeed amiss.
This doldrum and this malaise.
As though the things in life were just blase'.
I'll pull myself out. Make it right not just for me.
But make two others more important. More deserving ladies.
The weather has done me mischief. Me thinks it's the cause.
Turn these feelings 'round is my goal. Put sadness on pause.
So I take the beauty in life and like clay I reshape it.
Mending the threads of my psyche. Darn the fabric with good spirit.
