For the longest time now, I have worried over nothing,
With a mindset that beleaguers me and leaves me rather flat.
It's a feeling that belies a deeper problem than I realize
And it never leaves me happy or contented where I'm at.

I worry like a worrywart who lost the art of happiness
And sit in my depression when I'm losing all control.
But I have a saving element to mental stature relevant
In elevating levels that relieve my very soul.

The secret is a thing I do that finds me strength when strength is due
And I can‘t do without it lest I seek another way.
It's relieving all my pent up scorn and clearing out my deep forlorn
By watching every syllable of everything I say.

It's easy in this day and time to kick up dust from the sublime
And throw it in the faces of the ones we love the most.
And it's common to regret a little time when we forget
To embrace a passing gesture or to drink a solemn toast.

So it's this I need reminding when the woes of strife are blinding
In a prominent delusion that creeps in to modern life.
And I like that I am binding to these saving graces finding
Them the answer to my misery and pocketful of strife.