Worry wakes me at 2am
refusing to let me go to bed
"Come, let's talk" he says to me,
"about all of life's possibilities;
of life, of death, of what happens after
of fate, of choices, of happily-ever-afters
of sickness, of danger-and even kidnappers,
of careers, of regrets, of blessings and bets
of family, of neighbors, of lovers, of friends.
Come! Let's chat, inside your head.
We have all night, so take your time.
Let's also make a grocery list-don't forget the wine!"
I hate when Worry wakes me at 2am
but I must be polite, so I just smile and nod my head
I listen to all that Worry tells me
but he makes himself comfortable and dwells deep inside me
he visits for days and sometimes weeks
yet when he leaves, he escapes without a peep
Dear Worry, please next time
just knock at the door
give me some time, so I may implore!
Yet, tonight we remain friends
viewing the world through your concave lens
as you rest yourself inside my head
dear Worry, it is time for bed.