I’ve been reading.
I’ve been riding.
I’ve been writing.
I’ve been wringing out the old
and ringing in the new,
wryly assessing the entire situation.
I think it’s getting better.
It’s getting better all the time.

I’m a negative soul
suspicious of the finer things
the faithful
the foolish
who seem to will their way
into a better life
but
it seems to work for them.
It seems to be working
for me.

I have decided to see improvements
and because of it
there are improvements
everywhere.
Life is getting easier
lovers kinder
my mind is producing great results.
It’s all good.

And
I’m not even upset
it’s taken me this long
to choose this path
of self-hypnosis
and -actualization.
I am becoming who I could never be before
simply by deciding it.
I couldn’t have done this at a younger age.
I can barely do it now!

In fact
as I think about it
I realize just how stupid it was
to believe that the world could get better
at any time.
I was dumb.
This is dumb…