Still About

Anticipation burning    
Scenarios playing  
Every permurtation calculated    
Trying to fix something    
Before it actually happens    
   
The mountain's made    
Scaled time and again    
Just to step out the door    
World full of weird humans    
That stare into eye balls    
   
Talk to myself    
As if to get answers    
Expecting imaginary friends    
To hold my hand    
Through the trauma    
   
Just a lone twig    
Snapped from the branch    
Kicked around, thrown    
A little weathered    
But still about