Every thought uneasy Every step a stumble If the stomach were only queasy waiting for the world to crumble Few are those who never walk the path of uncertainty
Anxiety is fear that has nowhere to go So we route it to places we hope it won’t show Before it gets strong we move it along before it gets fed enough to flourish and grow
The serenity of wheat sways in the sun so sweet I walk in peace on the golden fleece that bends beneath my feet I stand next to a tree and as far as I can see this kiss of gold ‘spite what I’m told is exclusively for me
How ironic the insight that my mind spends much of it’s time blind to the reality that it is stuck in the head which is stuck up the *** of a blundering fool
In a very big house on a hill made of money Rising to the sky from the ground An overweight man Fat from ill-gotten gains picked from all the pockets in town
Be not a martyr with emotional pain And do not barter You’ll only suffer it’s gain It thinks that it’s use is to hang from a noose bleed on the soul to leave a stubborn stain