Stressing
I am always stressing,
Wondering what's ahead,
Trying to see 'round the corner,
Yet left with a sense of dread.
I am always stressing,
Not quite sure what to do 'bout it,
So I stand here waitin' for the future
To the future I hate to commit.
My body is tense with the waitin',
Unsure of what's round the corner,
So I'll just wait for destiny,
And stand here like a mourner.
When I stress about the future,
I am crippled in present,
Wondering 'bout tomorrow,
Till all of today I've spent.
To cope in the now's not my forte,
But I sure can do better than this,
I'll take lessons from my dear sister,
And let the day slip by in bliss.
So Instead of freakin' 'bout tomorrow,
I'll find some hope to grasp now,
And think of the good to come,
Follow the rule to defeat stress that's how.