I feel a certain way.
A dynamic wave and tide.
A feeling I’ve felt before.
Oh yeah, once per year, every year.
Now, I demand little from most, but the utmost from some.
And on this day, equal to Saint Crispin’s Day, I fight a battle indeed.
I expect too much from some, and not enough from most.
And look where I am now, bobbing,
Emotionally afloat.