Maybe someday I'll forget to remember,
blizzard in June, a hot day in December.
Maybe one morning I'll wake up with a smile
skip in my step for more than half a mile.
Sometime or other I'll spring out of bed,
a full day to tackle, no ghosts in my head.
One day, perhaps, the sunshine will find me,
daily grind profits, will do more than grind me.
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