I can't shake it.
The nagging, itching, burning feelings.
Questions and uncertainties.
Doubts and second thoughts.
Pushing it all aside, sliding it right back.
Mind never at rest.
Some odd, unending inclination,
That some failure lies unseen.
That catastrophe is on the horizon,
That there's something I've done wrong.
A missed opportunity,
A misinterpreted word,
Actions and reactions recalled.
Regretted.
Reevaluated.
What did he think?
What did she mean?
What am I thinking?
Why does it matter?
Am I just making too much of it all?
Torn between shallow and overzealous,
Twisting in the winds of interpretation.
I wonder.
The only remedy,
To see the past as stone,
The present as fluid,
The future as wispy air.
Ignore the if, if, ifs,
And trust in tomorrow's chances.
If I can.
