Anxiety

For you the clock strikes twelve every hour

Because you have not yet learned your lesson

To be prepared for anything and expect to see me everywhere

I punish the souls who invite me into their lives with their poor planning

I take pleasure ensnaring innocent bystanders in my web

Run, run this must be completed!

I say with the crack of my whip and watch you scramble below me

Given only the time left in your pitiful life

To accomplish all of the things I allow you to believe are important

For you the clock strikes twelve every hour

Because it amuses me

How often you try to escape me and fail

You find me laughing as I meet you at every turn, surprising you behind every corner

I’m so much bigger than you

You’ll never escape me

For you the clock strikes twelve every hour

And all of your fun is over

You’ve lost it all, you’re head hangs low in defeat

And before you know it, you’re a pumpkin