Lately, I've been filled with anxiety
for what tomorrow and the next day holds for me
In my desire to be fully prepared and omnipresent
I scramble in haste in the true present
Everyday ambivalence sits beside me
confusion questioning me daily
angst builds up in every artery
blocking up any potential productivity
My mind, though amazing, needs to tread slowly
sift through every thought, every memory
understand roots and causes without engaging
withdrawing from stimuli and recovering
Perhaps one day I will find my mind obeying
the quietness and discipline it's currently lacking
The future may hold the peace that I'm looking
if only I stop running and be content with walking
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