From those who know
(From The Woodsman’s Notebook)

Isn’t it grand how others look at you and say: Just grab yourself by the groin and get going today!
Go back to work get your head out of your ass, in a day or two your problems will pass.
Why worry and fear of future mishaps, so your brain goes blank so what of the gaps!
Others have days just like you, but they wake up to a day that is new.
The armchair Quarterbacks seem to have all the answers just in a minute or so,
but you’re down by 21 in the 4th quarter with thirty seconds to go.
This may be true or not at all.
But for some winter is spring, summer is fall; night is day while day is night.
To others you are mixed up, but in your reality which is right. You force yourself out into the world hoping one day your depression cured.
Some call you lazy some call you a fool others believe it is just a sickening tool.
Some feel it’s a way to beat the system you see, I wish they could understand this life I live is not for me.
I go to work all knotted with fear, by the time I get home I stripped yet another gear.
I stay in at night the weekends too, imprisoned in a cage never really seen by you.
Comedy comes easy to hide my shame of anxiety and panic after the depression came.
Take back your life, get on the stick and make it happen, but do it quick.
All I can say is now that’s a trick. Others can do it and so can you.
Who can tell the difference between me and you? I must be lazy I must be a fool
For some to believe this must be the life, or do they think it's a life I choose.
                         
                                                   The Woodsman 10/19/2005
 
 
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