Bringing It Back

Remember when, you weren't so cynical

When rising above it, was the pinnacle

of your day or week

Yeah, that was nice

Now every little thing cuts you like a knife

and like a razor, sharp, sword 

you return the attack

Letting every negative comment 

knock you off track

By feeding it energy it doesn't 

deserve 

By causing it to grow

to wreck your nerves

Samskara's they're called

and they dig in deep

Bringing anger and depression

and preventing you from sleep

Remember when, my friend, 

 we were to cool for that

We'll I remember it, dude

and I'm bringing it back

T.C