There is not a single thing I can do to change the events unfolding before me
But I cannot help thinking about them, my mind is clouded in worry
I have a superstition that constantly ruminating
Over the worst possible outcome would prevent those events from culminating
In the worst case scenario of my imagination
That is how I explain my morbid fascination
With anxiety over anything that does not smoothly proceed
It seems constant worry has become a pressing need
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What would happen if I were to let go?
I should honestly say that I do not know
Because not worrying about stuff is so foreign to me
There is a strange comfort in worrying constantly
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I have compromised my sleep, my stress levels run high
Constant worry is exhausting, I shall not lie
Mindfulness, meditation, exercise-nothing appears
To have an appreciable impact on my anxiety, I fear
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Worry is a constant companion for me
Even as I write these lines, about a number of issues I worry
