Nothing Is More Real

Cheer up lass Why bother with all that jazz? Always a new day Like fresh hay, Roll in the grass Even if it isn't green Just add a little water Or burn it down with gas The future remains unseen It's all fodder, Best left to those Who chose, To sit in despair, Pull up a chair And smile For a little while, Soon you'll laugh Your full glass though half, Will soon fill But until, Don't think of your plight Dream, dream in light, For nothing is more real Than your hopes and the love you feel...