Deep Recession

Never knowing what I'm thinking
into the gallows I keep on sinking
as though it were a bad memory.

Felling that everything around me
is falling to the ground
some one needs to be with me,

For every time I stray to ponder
my mind starts to weave and wonder,
Its a thing they call Depression

Everything thats near me looks dull
My body stays back, starts to cull
into a Deep Recession.