Will time heal me, I wonder still?
Nothing’s fun, and nothing thrills.
Will this fade with passing days,
Or linger on in mellowy ways?

If x is the time to wait and bear,
Then x is the time I must declare.
Survive the weight, the fragile state,
Where joy is lost, and sorrow’s great.

This is me at my very worst,
Quick to anger, feeling cursed.
I see others pass through this phase,
But my depths feel like endless maze.

Yet here’s a chance to change my course,
To build a mind with stronger force.
If I can grow while feeling weak,
A better self I soon may seek.

I need a routine, a daily guide,
To help me through this troubled ride.
A job to hold, a task to find,
To keep me from this restless mind.

Though it seems hard, this path I’ll tread,
Hoping strength will grow instead.
I long for something to ease the pain,
To condition my mind, to break the chain.