Looking in the mirror
What do I see?
A person looking at me
Sometimes he is happy sometimes he is mad
But always he is looking
Looking for something to hold on to
In these desperate times of worry
Sometimes they’re good some times they’re bad
But always to cover up
The worry
Tries to lengthen them out tries to strengthen them
But to no prevail
Every time he collapses back into
The worry
He dreams of happier times free from all of
The worry
Times when he is free from what condemns him, to look to a new day
But for now he is still stuck
Like a pig in the muck
Of the stupid senseless
Worry