Worry worry worry me

In that state, do I be

Feeling feeling feeling of dread

Thoughts rolling over and over in my head

Sweaty sweaty sweaty and wet

Do my palms always get

Knotting knotting knotting up

In this state, is my gut

Squirming squirming squirming are

Worms in my belly that go too far

Moths moths moths taking flight

Now I am losing sight

Controlling, directing, mastering my thoughts

In this web, I am caught

Walking, talking, stalking me

The end of this, will I see?

Yes I say, acknowledging the state

Of this persistent fate

But laugh I do, in its face

I won’t stay in this place

Ha I say, worry you may be

But, you can not take control of me!