Cleanse My Attitude

This, is my existence
What is my life worth, to you ?
Nothing
To me ?  It used to be
Worth
Something
Anymore? Don't even know

Each day,  I go down to the river.
to cleanse my bad attitude
Wash myself,  of resentment
 and regret
Only to return, to the mire.
that coats me,  with stagnant
 beliefs

Saying,  someday this,  will be
 over
When you die
I don't,  walk away
I don't, give up,  I need
 to throw hope, away.

It keeps me thinking,  things
will change
It's not,  going to change
Until you die
Then,  I will go to the river
Cleanse my bad attitude
Wash myself, of resentment
 and regret
Only, I won't return
to the mire
I will
 be
free