Anxious Soul

God, Darling your so blind You know exactly what you believe You know exactly how to live it And yet you don't This knowledge Personal fact Is hidden by anxiety Trying Just trying To make it through another day I guess it’s true Survivors can’t be philosophers I can’t even live common truth Every day I ask another survivor Who has figured out slightly more than me If I’m ok When their answer is yes I make it through another Thoughtless Panic filled Terribly silent day So soul, Don’t worry I’m just on my way to find someone who is ok I’ll make sure we are And tell you so we can both rest