Sallow Mind

As the branches bend, so I bend for you

Pulling you from your sullen view

Looking down into your phone, face sallow and drawn from what you see

Death and decay fills your mind as the news reports more morbid finds

When will you take the hand I offer

Pull you from the dour and dull future

If you keep going like this you'll end up in a stupor

Don't think so hard or try to hide or bring yourself to anger

These are not the things that will bring the peace you hunger

The WAY will bring you solace and also bring you sense

You'll never want to stray from which you came whence.