Its been a hard time.
Your anxiety is high
and on the rise.
You’re on the verge of
being hot headed enough
to burn all your bridges
and fail all those missions
you’ve been working on.

Slow your roll,
know your soul,
take some self-control,
let it all go,
so you can grow.

Between a rock
and two harder places,
living in crowed spaces
while tensions are growing
patience is going
the way of the dodo.
You and I both know
these smokes stacks
could easily blow.

Slow your roll,
know your soul,
take some self-control,
let it all go,
so you can grow.

Coins in a fountain
won’t get you any wishes.
These mole hills are vicious
and may really be
the jagged edges
of mountains
ready to come crashing down
and smash the ground
you built your
foundations on.

Slow your roll,
know your soul,
take some self-control,
let it all go,
so you can grow.

You may want a little
sugary snack
with a side of
captain jack
and a couple of packs
to smoke
before your heart attacks.
There may still be
some time for all
of that,
sweet surrender
to the tender
pleasures
unhealthy activities render.

But maybe instead
you should turn your head
take a breath,

and slow your roll,
know your soul,
take some self-control,
let it all go,
so you can grow.