Anxiety
Wandering through the lost
I search for something found.
Turning every corner
On a straight path.
Never Stopping.
Never Living.
Hearing the direction
But I am deaf.
Hoping for an answer
When there is no question.
Watching Closely.
Watching Nothing.
Waiting for the quiet
In a noiseless place.
Trying to push boundaries
But there are no restraints.
Always Thinking.
Always Anxious.
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