Whine

Why do I whine
it doesn't make any more time
or really change the situation

but it's a release
it pops the bubble I keep
a balloon inside of me

my attitude is my worth
to keep me floating along
and singing a happy song

so what is right
about letting my voice go high
entering into a sigh

except to move on later
let go of what was dragging
so I can float by

maybe there is some point
to making a sour face
as long as I know it's place

today I cry out sourly
for the things I can't have
grump for only a moment, dourly

so tomorrow I can embrace
the world with a happy face
and no more wine to indulge

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