Sometimes anxiety wants to dance with me. Most of the time I'd like to sit this one out.
Stray synapses firing.
Wants to dance
You know the moves,
You know the steps.
I tell her once I learned the box step,
Tried to learn the cha-cha-cha,
But mostly I make up the steps
As I go along.
Sometimes I am rather hard to follow.
Anxiety saysYou’re telling me!
You never let me lead!