And, when depression comes around,
I side with which that’s known
And neither slink along the ground
Nor slip beneath a stone.

I sit upon a mountaintop
And lose no time at all
In worrying about the drop
Or If I’m going to fall.

I focus on the sparkling air
I’m breathing in and out;
It’s neither tainted by despair
Nor set upon by doubt.

And, when it’s time that I moved on,
I notice the depression’s gone.

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