A bit on edge, hardly blinking,
Train of thought means I can't stop thinking,
Laying in bed, got to get a early one,
But the things in my head are demanding attention,
I felt at a loss with no inner quiet,
But I went upstairs and we had a riot,
If you fake it til you make it and find joys with friends,
You will start changing and it won't be pretend,
Thoughts can't be silenced and will help you grow,
The more you accept, the more clarity will show,
Find the memory of the things that make you laugh,
Be grateful for the bad that shows you the greater path,
We need both dark and light, both day and night,
To realize that through our thoughts we can fight for right.
If we clouded by ***** and have shivers up our spine,
Accept the body, self and mind and say this is all mine,
Cause no matter how sheep may try, each is one of a kind,
Sorrow, joy, anger and love are there to help us find,
That we alone possess the power to have our hands tied,
Realize you are your best friend in the secret place inside,
You can rest knowing that all will be fine long after we've died.