I itch when I’m upset and bored,
I imagine mosquito bites that say I’ve had enough
Itching to move on, time to fix my thoughts
Got to think happy when the going gets tough.
No cream or shot to calm me down
Just the thought that all will be okay.
Haul my grouchy mind to a better place
So I can create a happy day.
My bad habit is to prove I’m right
But how can I be sure?
For the most part it matters not
This itch really needs no cure.
It reminds me to stop the thoughts in my head
That get me out of sort
Learn to love my itchy thoughts
A sign that life’s a sport.
The world won’t always cooperate
But let it be its problem, not mine
Give my thoughts space to be positive
Life improves with joy, not whine!