When I am hit by the whip of melancholy
It makes me forget how to be jolly
It brings on great impatience and agitation
With anxiety and huge frustration.
Often it can really get too much,
And on my sanity I strive to clutch.
Sometimes I might even find it hard to think,
And from thought to thought I cannot link.
I cannot get my mind in gear,
And all around me I may not see or hear.
I know not where to put myself.
Could I but place these troubles on the shelf.
But this black sky - it does always clear,
And so there really is no need to fear
For I know I'll be alright in time.
And that life is good and I'll be fine.