There's No Bad Days

Use my thoughts to feed the phone,
We were taught to sleep alone,
So when you don't, the bar is low,
And so you raise it,
I can speak my father's tone,
Fast or slow, that depends how far the slope
Descends to those way down below
Throwing low blows, bellow in the cold
How it's a cold world, like they don't contribute
You have a soul, oh, the tales told douse the truth
In riddle,
Life is brittle, so they say
Steaming kettles everyday,
Offer tea to those I love like it's a language
There's a darkness you can capture if you mismanage passion,
Asking what the past has to offer
Body's harboring the passenger,
Laughing into character,
I bask
Then I ask for the calendar,
So I can choose the date
There's no bad days but moments that we can take
Over to the bottom of the bottle,
Where the mansplains,
Where emotion lies
Acting up, they don't talk they ask for cups
Raising fists, they've had enough
Asked to leave and can't believe
The aqueduct is running dry amongst them
We live and fight as youngsters
Then live and die as elders
There's no village here,
Call my name, I will appear,
No chalamet, I'm less sincere,
I shall relay my lessons here