Worry Tree

I fear the times when I cannot see
the meaning of life in front of me
uncertain of what the future holds
and scared of reacting as it unfolds
I fuss and I fret almost every day
no sense of direction, I’ve lost my way
afraid of the crowds that mill around
wishing I’d disappear into the ground
away from the people, I long to be
in a secret hideout known only to me
away from the noise, all on my own
no disturbance, no ringing phone
or maybe I would grow wings and fly
away from the earth and into the sky
until I alight on the worry tree
a peaceful haven, my sanctuary

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