Troubles

Troubles
Everyone in the universe has them though
One would think we'd have figured out some way to get rid of them
But troubles are a virus that our lame excuses for cures will not solve
Even the smallest ones make our minds revolve around them
Continuosly searching for solutions until we've found them
Or have given up on caring
Because sometimes giving up is easier
Than troubling yourself with troubles
Sometimes putting your head between your knees
Is better than drowning in a sea of inexplainable bubbles
Boiling as far as the eye can taste
The energy gained from troubles solved
Never seems equal to, but instead amount to less than
The energy we had to waste
To get the problem solved in the first place
But what good is leaving a problem untangled
When you inevitably get back to it
And you find your mind mangled
Once again by the same issue
That you put aside the month before
Finally caught back up to you with your shoes untied
And your pants on the floor
If only you'd have kept your head between your shoulders and away from you knees
But here's your chance to redeem yourself so please
Pack your strongest guns and wear that yellow helmet you got from the short bus
Because if I'm not getting out of this life alive
Neither are my troubles

-Donasia