Not so good, not so bad.
Not too happy, not too sad.
Smiling bright, with crystal tears falling.
Broken heart, with excited joy calling.
I am well, yet I am sick.
Heaven or hell, one must stick.
Light shining, dark glistening
Noise deafening, silence listening
Could say it\'s fine, could say it\'s wrong
Can\'t say it\'s mine, can’t continue on
So I\'m kind of happy. Kind of sad.
But more than any, I\'m simply glad.
I can live each day. Less is said for many.
And so I\'m content. This life is lived plenty.