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It’s a strange feeling
not to be
worried about
life
and the way
my past
will haunt
my future
the way the present
doesn’t seem clear
until it’s fading
into past.
I’ve worn out
my worrying muscles
the brain parts
where my stress
is baked fresh
every morning
have died from
overwork
like a car
you drove too hard
or a door you slammed
too many times.
The problem is
without worry
I keep on
wandering
out into traffic
knowing that
the cars have brakes
and will likely
stop
I keep on telling
ghosts and goblins
that they’re blocking
my light
when they try to cast
an evil shadow
across my path.
And when I smell smoke
I just hold my breath
the fire can have
its way
and if I burn
then I’ll float off
as a gray cloud
and enjoy the view
since I’ve always
wished that I
could fly.
