Neither a choice, nor an option
That’s how is depression.
Not like no way out
Will needs to sprout.

Hold not anxiety need not panic
Need to pray and be pacific.
Your lack makes you sick
Just accept the happening scenic.
For its gone and gone for will
If not forever, it will complete it’s fill.

Chill and calm and slay
Happily accept all it’s play
And let the fate come it’s way.