It's All In Your Head

My poor dear friend,
You got a cold?
Your nose is stuffed
Your bod feels old?

Your muscles ache,
Your snozz is red,
Feels like a boulders'
Perched on your head?

Fear not sick soul,
For I am here,
With a remedy
So clear and near.

No wimpy chicken soup my friend,
I'm going way high-tech.
No pills to pop down that sore throat,
Nor drugs your mind to wreck.

No, no indeed my cure is sweet
And painless don't you know,
Just look deeply inside my eyes,
And I will make it so.

You're focused now on how you feel,
Which isn't very well?
It's in your mind you know my friend,
This sicky, flu like hell.

There dwells a place outside your mind,
Where all is healthy quite,
Where kleenex isn't needed,
And there's not a pill in site.

So skip with me down wellness lane,
No, No I'm sane, you'll see.
You have to THINK you're healthy,
Your intent will set you free.

Let's go outside and dig a trench,
Or climb a big tall tree.
Don't look at me like that ol' bud,
I'm really not crazy.

Before you know it, you'll feel fine,
Your bod will feel like bliss.
You see, there's just no money,
When people always feel like this.

Pharmaceutical companies love it,
When minds think sick all of the time.
They *want* you to need pills and such,
The money made? Well it's a crime.

So imagine if we fooled them,
Just decided to be well.
Refused to get all yucky,
And instead always feel swell!

Well excuse me now ol buddy,
Time to go, men in white are here.
Gotta put back on my straight jacket,
They think I'm NUTS you know my dear!