The world turns and turns, and I
reach out and choose to ignore the shit.
Choose to pretend I have a choice.
Choose to pretend my jam making
and seed planting matter.
Choose to believe the people I know matter.
Choose to believe in what I see, not
what's written in my bank balance.
Choose to believe worth is what a person is,
not the salary they earn, or the bonus they make,
or the clever deal they're party to.
Choose to believe in a field. In a sky.
Choose to work and work and not give in.
Choose to pretend it's who you are that matters,
not who you know.
Choose to keep trying. Choose this world
that turns and turns, and I
choose to ignore the shit.