F.U.N.
For most of my years life was a challenge, to say the least
It seemed as though it was on my back, like a great big ugly beast
Worrying if I had done good enough, would I make the grade
Agonizing about what was ahead, is the only time the past would fade
If I made a mistake, I pulled out that emotional bat
Then let everyone else punish me, I became a doormat
The future must be perfect, no mistakes can there be
More worry, more turmoil, high expectations I placed on me
Stoneface they called me, if I smiled I would crack
Worry, tension, anger, and sadness, a four stage attack
Then something happened to change my thinking, I started to console
Something made me realize, that I wasn’t in control
There are only two words to think about, they simplify life so well
They are Me, and Now, upon nothing else I need dwell
So when thoughts of controlling others, past or future come, I try to not allow
Because I feel the peace, and freedom, I Finally Understand Now.
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