Worry Wart

The night has come
It's time for bed
And yet I sit
Awake instead

My head - it throbs
My neck is stiff
My mind is racing
Full of "What Ifs"

I want to go
I want to sleep
I want to trust
My worries will keep

And yet I sit
And yet I type
Waiting, it seems
For all to be right

Don't I know
It's not up to me?
I think I know
And yet - instinctively

I sit and fret
I sit and type
And wait, and wait, and wait
For light.