To WorryA foreboding sense of unease
Unavailing, yet persistent.
A looming sense of dread and “what-if?”
Why can’t I stop you from stealing my thoughts?
A thief, you snatch away contentment
Banishing peace and comfort.
Keeping me hard-pressed
Fearing the worst of what lies ahead.
Maybe you mean well
Perhaps you think this prepares me
For what might come
But you hold me back.
Your constant control over my mind
Simply inspires doubt.
But locking you out is far from simple
Distraction only imprisons you briefly
Before your menacing existence is made known again.
You’re completely and utterly useless
Why can’t you be thrown away?
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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