How do I feel at the present time?
Anxious and nervous with no sense of rhyme.
What is there to worry
Just go get a curry
I put on my shoes and I walk past the loo
I think what to get with my vindaloo
As I pace the floor I reach for the door.
My neighbour waves as I leave from the house
I nervously walk on like a timid scared mouse.
There’s not a word spoken yet I feel I am broken
Where what when or how as I mop at my brow
Still anxious and nervous
I lose all my purpose
I flee back at pace to reach my safe place.
Chaos and worry and no chance of curry
And what do I find
No peace in my mind
…a terrible virus at worst Miley Cyrus.