I worry where my ship will drop anchor,
                           and where the journey will end.
I worry if you'll set sail with me,
                           or tear down my mast.

I worry when the winds change direction,
                           while I'm asleep below deck.
I worry that my crew will call mutiny,
                           for a captain's mistake.

I worry where I'll throw my line,
                           or if I'll even get a bite.
I worry why I worry so much,
                           and then I remember that I'm
           in open water.

Gazeless eyes catch wind
On the minds of trees
While the frightful thought
Of reality gently subsides