I don't understand

I don’t claim

To understand myself

So I don’t expect you to.

 

I dabble in life in the odd chance of joy

And it can grab hold of me sometimes

Either during a glorious sunrise

When I forget what bothers me completely -

Or even when rain softly falls

And a stranger’s umbrella

Becomes a warm welcome

And a friend for life over coffee

 

But I promise

Once I know a little bit more

Of what makes me tick

You will be the first to know.