the worry is nothing compared to curry
i had a tiny taste of it yesterday
the worry is nothing compared to those who are ok
because i'm not
the worry is just like myself
hopelessly hunched upon these sorrowful pieces of heart i poured out

the worry is just like the clouds than run across the sky
the ones you never see ever again

Run, I surely would
I really want to get to you now
But you're way over there
"What's the hurry?" they'll say.
"I'm in a flurry," I might reply and have to explain
oh the pain! It's in my brain and in my tiny pocket
where I probably have you sprawled upon my living room.