No matter how many times we wake,
There’s always something waiting
To your right, to your left,
A full line of frustration
Lining up to spark its frustration
Upon your frustration.
Everybody has their days.
Happiness is gleaming in your mind, minding your own.
Waiting to rain its heavy cloud
On your mind.
Holding you close, to make sure
You don’t wonder your mind elsewhere.
Where else could you possibly go?
When you have sunk so low.
Lower than low.
Continue reaching for that helping hand.
Family, friends, strangers or lovers.
You don’t need to cover…up.
Anyone who’s there,
Willing to lend you a listening ear.
For your mind to become stress free,
Put it at ease and continue to achieve.
Just believe, that someone is willing to see
And help unlock your frustration.
Open your eyes and see
You have people who care,
Someone who will let you be,
Someone who will help
Your mind to be free.