Worries cut through the greatest repose
And sting the mind with distraction
Banishing calm and collected natures
Burning away the ability to warrant bliss.
So many things, like so much chaos and drama,
He said, she said, and they’re all liars,
Govern the instincts to send fight or flight
Into high gear until you’re blood seeps
Out of your pores from so much upset.
And there seems to be so little way to stop it.
For worries will tear holes in your soul.