For so many years
Uncertain as to why my mind kept forcing me in obsessive loops
Why fear would crop up
When the day was sunny
When all was well
And finally to know
That the weight
I thought would drag me down
I now use to drag the world forward
Until we arrive at the end
That is a beginning
That when I close my eyes
Beneath all the multiplying metastasizing distractions and terrors
There is not dark
But light
Is better than any surprise party
A middle-aged man could hope for
