When we’re hit, infected by disease
Especially of the systems, like the blood.
The mind can drop, depressed and ill at ease
We over- ruminate, on subtle causes grieve.
A pity that our brain is not just wood
With fortune then mistaken by disease
If drugs which kill bacteria,minds relieve
We understand why thinking was no good
The body was depressed and lacked true ease
Gentle music, touch and calm relieve
The nervous system , make our hearts feel good
When the mind’s depressed by our disease
So if your friend has moods which may displease
Remember they are made of flesh and blood
The brain can be pulled down and even freeze.,
Fever makes the barriers sink to mud
Unconscious feelings roll out like archaic floods
When you are affected by disease
Ban all thinking, wait for time’s release.