In a world of corruption, it's no wonder we hear,
All the words of excitement, the pleasure and fear.
Yet among all these words, is a phrase we all know,
It's dreaded saying I used so many years ago.
The feelings of panic, aversion and envy,
Are all words that depression gives up to temp thee.
But take it from me, I ain't no damn preacher,
This blood in the water is a psychological creature.
Who feeds on your insides, and hollows your bones;
Ain't no man safe, cept himself Davy Jones.
But that's not the story, I came here to tell;
No, here I am writing to jump start your brain cell.
Open your eyes, and look all around,
at the people and buildings, all blotted in your background!
There's so much we miss, when our sight is impaired,
All the feelings of joy! We miss trying to be repaired.
Yet there isn't a person, who can truly fix us;
No that person is you, that can make all the difference.
I'm not gonna tell you it ain't a great battle,
But it makes it a whole lot easier when you know that you matter.
So take a deep breath, let your anchor float free,
And see where the waves will take your body;
In the great big world of an emotional sea.
