Listen close, the word is out,
There’s some among us even now,
Who never doubt themselves.

It seems absurd, hard to believe,
It could be anyone you see,
Walking with big Grey energy.

Where could they be hiding?

They live such balanced lives with open hearts and settled minds,
And I’m here running laps down in the gutter.
They feel no jealousy, just empathy and surrender,
I’ll have me some of that, so take me to their leader.

The rumour spread, it’s an attack,
On all of us who can’t relax,
Without constant positive feedback.

They say they settle in themselves,
Don’t need to please anyone else,
That’s how I know they’re not well.

Now where are they all hiding?

They live such balanced lives with open hearts and settled minds,
And I’m here running laps down in the gutter.
They feel no jealousy, just empathy and surrender,
I’ll have me some of that, so take me to their leader.

Can we just get to the heart of it?
It’s clear that they cannot be OK.
I’m not buying any part of it.
Who are we if we’re not wallowing in the messes that we’ve made.

OK, you’re right.
This is how I hide.
Pretend I’m carefree
But I’m always worried.

I disconnect.
Then I shut down.
I need you to help me.
Because I’m always worried.