Anxiety,
possibly,
psychiatry,
no, not for me,
but give me the fresh air,
the fresh air,
where I can ramble,
without a care,
and the countryside,
where I will not swear,
and get discombobulated,
and frustrated in my mind,
and find myself around in circles,
going around in circles,
and not getting anywhere,
and just living,
in a permanent state of despair,
yes, take me away,
forever and a day,
to the countryside,
where there is less stress,
and barely anyone truly depressed,
and of a mind,
to take it out on other people,
with angry words and their fists,
far too readily,
amongst the pub tables,
and the chairs.