Ode to My Anxiety

Oh this dreaded anxiety is starting to kill me
On the one hand it’s very clear the path I can see
A new life to be found, new path to destiny
But though I try to struggle and plea
There’s always some consequence, some Ill fee
For nothing good will ever come for free
From the highest of mountains to the deepest of seas
Without a care to the amount of good deeds
I’m always punished like a bad seed
By the haughtiest of people swallowed by greed
Who cannot and will not ever fulfill my need
Though I know my wants are very different indeed
I want to fast track it all and to gain speed
For my soul and it’s longings to well be freed
Of the dreariness I have long penned and keyed
So now as I embark on a different path to succeed
I can only hope my anxiety isn’t two fold for me