Sudden thumping of the heart,
Little tingles of anxiety all over the arms.
Poke and prod like ends of dainty darts.
Deep breathes taken, but to no avail,
It's of no use, anxiety is still there.
A white patch on a black cat's tail.
Beads of sweat travel the smooth skin,
And all the little creases of worry in between.
Better buckle up, or you are done in!
Eye twitches continuously,
A tick that happens only when you worry.
Closes eyes and tries to forget the made up lies.
Standing there, in the middle of the room,
Swearing, everything you say is true. But,
It's just another lie weaved on your handloom.
Slowly and gracefully, you continue to weave,
All the lies, pushing back the worries.
And the thrill soon evaporates the anxiety.
Mastered the technique, the art of lies,
Soon everyone is believeing your guise.
And now you are free to fly in the skies.
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