Beware the path of instant dread,
That easy stream inside your head.
Red herrings swoop and plague your brain,
“What could be? Is it me?
Conclusions falling cold as rain.
Infant thoughts so soft and small,
While waiting longer for a call.
Clawing, scratching, desperate plea.
“What to do? Not a clue!”
Don’t follow your anxiety.
Quenching thoughts of self destruction,
Will your way to their disruption.
Avoid the fall into the view,
“It’s all done! I’m no one!”
And choose to think anew.
All you do is all you can,
Your mind’s direction needs a plan,
To stop the worry based on myth.
“I was true. Tomorrow’s new.”
Control the voices you live with.
Written by Randall Evans