You worry for everything.
Problems, like garbage in a bin at the end of a packed street.
Your time short, your effort unsatisfactory.
You just can’t take one more weight.
Curse it all, pack it up, and leave!
The day passes, you make it through.
Most of the anticipation didn't happen,
written, created, produced, directed
out of thin air by you.
You worry for nothing.
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