Someday

My head, it spins round, like a ferris wheel, trying to figuire out, just how to deal, sometimes I feel torn up inside, and sometimes I fail, but I know I tried, this economy is so very bad, thinking of things I lost, that I had, I try not to regress, I know many others, have so much less, I try to set reachable goals, and try to meet them, without ending up in the hole, I work hard through the day, to get over the obstacles, that lay in my way, I pray to the moon, and hope very soon, that things go my way, and that way they stay.