There comes a time in life
When a fog rolls in
Youth makes you run away
Because the fog clings
But it always finds you
Like it’s tethered to you
But if you turn ’round
Walk like a pilgrimage
You always get through
And whilst it’s scary first
And it does cling on
It’s more of a caress
That wants to help heal
Turn, face, and walk through it
Fog always passes
And you will remain here
The sales pitch for growing up
Is a simple formula that’ll make you happy
Work hard, be smart, always smile
And everything will fall into place
Exercise, education equates to elation
But nobody mentions the things that hide round the corner
Nobody reads the fine print of chaos and disorder
What to do if your mind attacks you
What to say if you’re wasting away
You’ve signed up for it now, and life demands payment in full
The Poetry of OCD