I shouldn't be, but I think I am depressed,
Life runs smooth, but I don't feel blessed.
Job's the usual, money is easy and good,
I feel lost and lonely, in the busy neighborhood.
People in my life, like clouds come and go,
Their memories keep replaying, in a motion that is slow
As the day winds down, sadness lingers, doesn't die,
What malaise has befallen me, I don't know, I won't lie.
Can depression be endogenous, without reason or rhyme,
By labeling sadness depression, am I committing a crime?
Smile, and catch yourself, or the dementers will come,
You can't allow them safe passage, through sadness some.
I'm nurturing it for two more weeks, so that it can earn me my malady,
Don't brush it off as mere sadness- its a result of missing you, Mi Lady!
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