I told myself that I’d have nothing to say today.
But here they turn, the moment I wake, with no delay…
O Angst and O Nausea, you seem to be a fine friend of mine.
O Weary and O heavy, you must find me devine.
We compliment each other quite well; no on can tell.
That we both volunteer in each other’s prison cell.
Perhaps a call back home or call from home would release the pressure?
But then it’s morning, and I realize I’m safely tucked away in my forgotten treasure.