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.