It is not here in my drawer anymore
Nor is it kept in my gown
I don't know why I would worry no more
Now that the world has fallen down
So I tell myself all worry is gone
But it doesn't help me much
I tell myself that my worry has left
yet I worry it's not far enough
The right path is crayoned in doubt
The others are widows, their shadows are long
But I know there is no way out
And whatever we chose, we lose to choose wrong |