The Wait

The weight of not knowing is pressing in on me again
Sitting on my chest like a gradeschool bully
My heart is practically pounding in my chest
Over nothing but empty air

My future looms everpresent
Spinning out threads for me to grab onto
Worry
Always worrying

Everything should be so simple
And I make it so so hard

Doers don't have this problem
I am a fear mongerer
I sell myself this dark newsprint
I sell myself headlines of failing perfection

Perfection is a myth
So is security