Free, Anxiety, Free Again
Before I had anxiety
I was active in society
Now it seems sly to me
Hiding's the priority
always up for the social
weather far away or local
making the phone call
at the bar til last call
I was happy and enthusiastic
on the pull without a tactic
always laughing emphatic
living the life most fantastic
as a negative crept in
my social scene leaked thin
in a world of hating
losing everything
at present I cant sense my humour
in tense air thick like armour
will escape this harm unharmed
and my humour will return in the future
so I may seem droopy
with back to the ropes
but I'm actually regrouping
and groping hope
hiding isn't admitting defeat
it's survival through the act of retreat
and survival does not mean beat
just waiting to get back to my feet
after I have anxiety
I'll be active in society
and I'll think it was sly to see
hiding the priority
always then will I be active
a life of scenes most attractive
the black will have retracted
bet your dollar I'll be back kid!!
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