Awryness

I'm in a state of distress though not a mess I'm travelling forward like I couldn't care less To look at or talk to you just couldn't guess Though not a mess, I'm in a state of distress Looking up at the sky my nerves are awry There's no cause for worry as I always get by I'm not as incapacitated as my words might imply My nerves are awry, looking up at the sky Deep breaths are tough when things are so rough Thoughts get cluttered weighed down by stuff But I'm still good company with a great flair for bluff When things are so rough, deep breaths are tough I'll meet up with friends as a means to some ends We'll eat Greek food and chat, though least said soonest mends Staying socially active to get round tricky bends As a means to some ends, I'll meet up with friends