or is it the weather? I can never tell, I mean, it has been quite a sunny spell

or maybe it’s a spell of your eyes when we meet, leaves me breathless not knowing what to think

but my fickle brain see always chasing dopamine, sometimes I gotta wonder is there any hope for me

Instant stories creeping into my mind, imaginative as they are they’re not quite hard to find

or maybe I’m just not quite aligned

but hey did delulu is the solulu right? Won’t see me go down without a fight

doesn’t mean I’m not tired though, growing old and weary, brains getting heavy on the soul

I’ll push on through to make ends meet, I know no one‘s coming to sweep me off my feet

sometimes it’s lonely but it’s a small things in life, a state of happiness and staying close to the light