I’m at the bottom of the wheel;
The weight of my problems is all I can feel
I’m crushed, and I’m helpless
Face down in the mud
Anxiety and worry pumping
Round in my blood.
The wheel keeps on turning,
That’s something we know
But when you’re down at the bottom
The movement is slow.
It’s a cycle, a circle
With life’s flow and Ebb
For every moment of laughter
There will be one of dread.
For each timespan in darkness
There’s an equal of light
Knowing things will get better
Soothes when your down from the fight.
I will get back to the top
I will have my face in the sun
It’s just the waiting that is tortuous
Cos the rough times aren’t fun.
W Is For Duck 