Why the anxiety?

Why the mental itch

Why do I worry when the doctor did the stitch

Where I came from a man of older rings

When he had me was when he thought of other things

Long past the due date at the time of conception

When I dropped there wasn’t a reception

He was on a journey that landed on a tarmac

Of a family that had started their own pack

This is the story that then turned hazy

Now my parents cannot gaze upon me

One left this earth quite a long time ago

Leaving the earth when I was 10 years old

The other is on another destination

When minds are no longer a realization

Make peace with your time and your thoughts

Make war when urgency calls

Demand to know more than you imagine

Speak with heart and move with passion

When your plane leaves the runway

Leave nothing between you and a sun ray