When it creeps in on you,
Curls you up and have your head,
Laid on its lap like Samson
Laid his head on Delilah's lap,
What will you do?

Will you allow it shave your hair?
Will you allow it call for situations,
That can weaken your strength?

When it comes like a companion
And wants you to bury yourself in its arms,
The thorny arms that will cause harms,
Will you give your heart to it?
Will you submit yourself under its will?

Here's the wheel in your hands,
You drive it wherever you will,
Will you wheel to its will?
Will you not wheel to its will?

It desires you that it may consume you,
Like wild fire, that it may burn you alive,
And crush and destroy and dispose you.
It desires you that you may let go
Of the greatness you hold in your hands.

When it creeps in on you,
Will you not find a good faith to hold onto?
Will you let it determine your fate?
Will you let it inscribe fear on your face?
It's no other than anxiety!

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today; doctor's order.