The last days of May feel like,
the last days of maybe.
The last days of thinking I may.
The end of days of soon I will.
The end of days of ‘tomorrow’,
the end of I’ll start tomorrow,
the end of tomorrow will be best.
No more knowing exactly what you’ll do,
when the time is right,
when the money is right,
because as well you know,
the right time is right now.
Not new year’s day.
Not your birthday.
Not the first of the month.
Not tomorrow,
because as well you know,
tomorrow never comes.
And it’s OK,
because it won’t be OK,
it’ll be much better than that,
as well you know.
Because every time you start,
you feel better.
Much, much better.
So start again and keep starting.
Start every day,
every hour,
every minute,
just keep starting,
and pretty soon you’ll be rolling,
and the starting will just be doing,
and in the doing you’ll be living.
Living today and every day,
the living you love,
not waiting,
for the time to be right,
which never feels right,
as well you know.