Worrisome

Mind your manners

Worrisome

Mind over matter, out of sight out of mind

Far too worried, makes you unkind

You can't take it back, no reset or rewind

What is done is done, take a seat sit you hind

Over your head and far past your eyes

Ignorance is bliss, as you believe the lies

All at fault but he

Trust all but she

look in the mirror; only fool is thee

Worried without reason

Childish season to season

Growth is paused still

going fast down this hill

Everything has changed

  morals rearranged

 Decisions shape consequences 

As you demonstrate just how pretentious  

Author's Note

Spontaneous poetry that demonstrates my ability to reciprocate to those who are far too worrisome