I'm on a kick again
A rhyming, patterned disease takes me
And before I can even count to ten
I've succumbed to the feeling, trying to see

Not to see the whole world objective
Not to see the good in the bad
Seeing positives may be my directive
But dwelling on negatives turns me sad

Not just a sad that a few tears can fix
Not just a feeling that's gone soon
A feeling, or feelings, that inside mix
So I'm walking, head down, by noon

And though I pop out of the feelings eventually
I'd rather not feel them at all
I'd rather feel freedom, to feel happy
To not look at the ground, but instead stand tall

Not always, I know, can I forget the sad
Not always, but sometimes I can
And not feel the feelings that make me feel bad
But to rise from my chair, to stand

Stand up for what I believe
And understand the other side
To let myself, when necessary, grieve
But not to be swept away by the feelings tide

So to all of those people
Who think I should care more
That I should look only at the steeple
That I should guess what is in store

No.