This nagging feeling of doom
Followed by some horrendous news
Instantly killed my mood
Abducting my mind in a coup
Doing my best to shake it off
After all my mind comes first
Trying hard to put a brave front
Hoping the mask conceal my worst
How do I move on from this?
And be free to be productive
Time doesn't stop for any loss
So best to find my own motive
There is one thing I can bank on
To make it better in the long-run
Time will eventually help out
But by then I might be broken
So I've decided to carry my cross
And tell disaster to do its worst
I'll give this moment to sulk
But I promise soon it's back to work