All taken for granted

As the days pass through
I wanna keep up on the way
Full head over night
Empty heart over day
Trying to answer: “It’s all right”
Deep felt on tasks, as I may
And, meanwhile, in thoughts:
“Well, what should I say?”
But, out of the blue:
‘Mindout!
Ya have nothing to complain about!
Look all good stuff of ya!’
That is my mind
That came up to remind me:
‘Nothing wrong, nothing right’
‘Just look around
Pleasure is not pretended
Now go hear how it sounds
All the things you’ve taken for granted’