Sometimes worry comes calling, and stresses abound,
And there’s too much to do, and yet time can’t be found,
And your stomach’s in knots, and your head is in bits,
And you’re starting to wonder if vodka’s the fix.
And your life has begun to feel slightly unglued,
And you can’t even seem to find two matching shoes,
And your top’s inside-out, and your plans are reversed,
And you start to suspect that you might have been cursed.
And if this has been you, (as indeed it’s been me),
And this feeling has left you completely at sea,
Just know that in this, there are many like you,
For at some point we all have felt anxious or blue.
But if you keep in mind that you are at heart good,
And you’re doing your best (as all good people should),
And you plant yourself firm when you’re desperate to flee-
You will find that it passes,