Pseudo Brit Charm

I was doing alright.
Had a good start of the new year,
Nothing extravagant, nothing subdued,
Nothing undercurrent, nothing over the moon.
It was just about right.
Had a skip in my steps,
Not too high or too low.
Just about right.
Had just the right amount of worries,
And even had the right amount of space to incorporate stress.
Had the smile and the poise, posing for the lens.
I really was doing alright.
Carefree and free.

 

And then you come along.

And you give me a reason.

With the songs and everything else.
All at once.

 

I'm trying hard not to falter.
I'm trying hard to be resolute.
But the charms of my Pseudo Brit
somehow reign absolute!