Catch: Reset, Restart

What’s up
With these black moods?
Causes and conditions
My friend.

Whatever this is,
Whatever the cause,
One day it will disappear,
Meanwhile my job is clear:

To keep on keeping on,
Without panic or concern;
‘Tis a call to equanimity,
A quest to be well here.

What gets in the way,
Is doubts about it;
The solution is
More questions and answers.

So I searched my mind,
Mused over what I’ve learned,
And took action at once,
To take charge of my attitude.

That’s all that needed changing,
No need for mood rearranging,
But only re-hinging the door,
And remounting it on the frame.

No shame, no blame,
It’s only the pattern again
That will continue
Until it’s done.

It’s certainly no fun
But no battle to be won,
Nay, only a course to be followed
For as long as there is one.