It seems like the tighter I hold on to life
The more it slips through my fingers
So
I’m of the frame of mind to just let go
And no
This doesn’t mean you’ll find Lee life ebbing out of slit wrists
It just means that perhaps I need to let go of this
The things which don’t bring me happiness
But I’m more than comfortable with
The job
The clothes
The life
Randomized joy juxtaposed with strife
Just let go
And let God
Which although it may sound odd
Is kind of hard
In the sense that I want to be the one to open the door
But
That’s not my job
So
For the love of all the things that matter that I hold dear
I’m letting go
In hopes of catching on
To this thing
We call
Life