I took a walk with Misery
we've been walking for a while
sometimes he says I go too slow
but I'll go that extra mile.
We don't say much and that's okay,
I'm not much one for talking
well I just like his company
when we are out there walking.
Well Misery said that he'd been down
too many familiar roads
prefers to walk with strangers now
who'll kick against the goads.
He's seen his share of troubles
which invite him in for tea
and walks the sullen pathway home
They take the train quite often
and will meet up at the bars
Self Pity's always waiting there
with her bottle, wounds and scars.
They buy a round and toast the clown
whose always got one-liners
to keep the crowd distracted
from the pineys and the whiners.
Adversity can test your will and take away your smile
you might meet up with Misery and settle for a while,
to dwell upon the negative will limit where you go~
and stuck inside, you'll just abide, and one day miss the show.
Reflecting on old Misery, I often let him lead
through disappointments, heartache and my own uncertain need,
I slow my pace and let him pass, and turning up the sound
I bid farewell to Misery, it's time to turn around!