Worry is misunderstood
Worry is above me and I’m glad it’s there.
It seems impossible to not notice, not even care
That the truth lies in conspiracy
That I must neither express nor dare
But being care free was never meant for me
I must function on reason
Not cause I’m melancholic or glee
If god forbid an accident was to occur
I’d rather have it because I thought wise
Instead of feeling easy
As young as I seem choices seem to vary
Only a thin line separates the mild to the messy
So I thank worry for floating like clouds above me
Though terrible and clumped
It’s a good coating that stops life’s guilty
