“Oh you hope to fit, but you're fit to drop / So open up the window and jump into the blue / Things could be marvelous, things could be fabulous / Oh do you need a push, I'll push you off / Open up the window and jump into the blue / Things could be marvelous soon / Oh you hate to hit till you hit the top / Open up the window and jump into the blue / Things could be marvelous, things could be fabulous soon / Oh well these are the days and this is the life / There'll always be something on your mind / You'll never quite find / Won't you ever make your mind up / Now you'll never be sure if this is the time / If this is the moment, the end of the line / You'll never decide / You used to know but now you've forgotten / The submarine got stuck to the bottom / These are the days so wake up ‘cause this is the time / And you know I'm right”
I’m perplexed. I feel as if I’m being taunted by some unknown past defeat. Somehow i still haven't figured out how to pick myself up. But I don't know what defeated me or how I was defeated... I'm aware of it but just barely. It lurks at the edges of my subconscious. It’s holding me back. And until I figure out what it was/is, and how to defeat it, I’ll stay (t)here.
This is the moment. This is the time. I need to figure this out. I’m tired of being stuck to the bottom. It’s time for a new chapter. If I can turn the page then maybe… Things just might be marvelous.