Conclusions

"If anything, …"
No, Nothing….
No trilling resonance
No internal epiphanies
Nothing here so complex
Just the fact:
That I felt better
by a mile
when I danced
That I feel fine here
Sitting, writing,
In the beer garden to jazz
That when I'm walking
Hauling trees
Tilling the soil with my hands
I forget to look
Down in the pit
where I otherwise live
I'd like to say
"If anything,
Keep moving and you're not depressed!"
But strictly put that isn't true
Just more "ignorance can be bliss"
But sheild your eyes, inner child,
If you must, for a while
I'll try my best to keep us moving
Through the black and hungry mire