We've been in this awhile,
things are slowly getting clear,
Away from the sharp rocks,
this life boat we've steered,
And yet in the those shadows,
insecurities seem to leer,
So here I am penning down,
and Ode to your fears.
There are some grey thoughts that haunt you,
of that I know;
They tug at your heartstrings,
that's such a low blow;
And sometimes you listen up,
when you're out there alone;
Staring blankly at your whatsapp;
fiddling around with your phone.
This dark cloud will bring rain,
and block out the morning glow;
As you sit there by the window,
all alone at home;
The stream of thoughts shall swell up,
and perhaps overflow;
As icy worry seeps into your heart,
and tries to make it cold.
Though rain clouds and flooded streams,
and dangers untold;
I'll stand there on the river bank,
and watch things unfold;
If you feel that you're out of your depth,
I'll throw out a float;
And though these stray thoughts I'll help you,
Steer this life boat.
