Gone are the strings Snipped by sharp scissors  Each coloured chord Holding you tethered Unevenly severed You might topple Hard as it is To keep both feet on the ground The stresses and strains Want to drag you away The green ones a burden As are the others All shades Pulling you upwards Out of your comfort For now anchored firmly As you sharpen the cutter Snipping each one It might take a long time To cut your way free But best cutting something That is not you or me The circle disperses As your ills sail away Up into the heavens Where they pop  Dropping the stresses Like cold stinging rain Unforgiving torrents Of psychological pain When we are free Living right now Looking back when it's over Or at least  Under smaller clouds  Think of the colours You released over time  Embrace summer showers Dance in the rain Or sit in the quiet Enjoy a quieter brain Place bare feet firmly On wild open ground You've employed all times wisely To redress the balance...