Tick tock!
Tick tock!
Don’t you hear all those little noises?
Do you see the things that just aren’t right?

Oh please straighten that and make it look nice!
I hate when things are so messy and unorganized.
If I make it look better... then it is better!
No one needs to know that there was once a mess there.

There’s no reason to cause alarm.
No one needs to know.
You’re having guests over you must be your best and everything must be in order

Tick tock!
Tick tock!

They’ll be here any minute!
Oh, my! Oh, my!
Do you have everything ready and in place?
Do you have the hors-d'oeuvres all set up and ready?

Do you have the candles going?
Is everything in place?
Are the pictures on the wall and straight and nice.
Can they see the smiles?

Oh, my shirt! how is my shirt?
Is this too bright or is it too dark?
Is it too big? Or too small? Is my hair neat and in place?
Should I wear shoes since we’re inside?
Are my pants the right color should I go change?
Is there enough light in this room?
Is it too bright or too dark?

Oh, here they are! it’s time to greet them all. I hope they enjoy.
I hope they really do.

Is it in nature
that my personality has nurtured
to associate every concurring event, place, or person
with worry, anxiety and fear?

Last night I realized I only keep photos of when I was happy as a child, when my brother and I had a nice relationship and before he turned out like father, when I wasn't insecure, when I was care free and worry free. I keep only those because I hope one day I will get that back but I know that won't happen.

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The more I think, and reflect about life, the more it strikes how little we need to survive.
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But then the question of my life itself baffles me still.
In the name of
Cups and Wands
and Swords and Pentacles.
How does one figure out
how one wants to ease into the world—
in what manner
what face
what costume
what identity
shall we assume
in this theatrical muse of mass-scale rehabilitation.
Searching,
for the right attire
in a tolerable personality.
To eventualize, to officiate, to become
A masterpiece—
by the hands of time
and the wheels of fortune.
So that we may be made worthy
Maybe, if you were dealt with luck.

Fortune's Fool—
How do we know which
is the correct way to go
sᴉ ǝɥʇ ʇɔǝɹɹoɔ ʎɐʍ oʇ oɓ·
in hindsight.
To hunt for a halo in the robes of glee
while you dwindle in time
Abject, at sea.

Cut the chase.
Bleed. Heal.
Await the haemorhage and its evanescence.
And when you approach the Great Finale,
Be free.
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At any moment of time, we have one foot in the abyss while the other lapses into ecstasy.
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By Arcassin Burnham

You worry too much,
You worry yourself,
You worry us all,
You worry at work,
You worry at school,
You worry for people,
You worry for love,
You worry for hate,
You worry for mom,
You worry for dad,
You worry for him,
You worry for her,
You worry at church,
You worry at clubs,
You worry for siblings,
You worry for babies
You worry for tv,
You worry for news,
You worry for tragedies,
worry for worlds,
You worry Marriage,
You worry for rings,
You sorry for,
You worry too much,
You worry yourself,
You worry us all.